Brienne’s jaw tightened, though her voice, when it came, was steady as steel.
“Loyalty is not given for convenience, Your Grace… nor withdrawn when it becomes difficult.”
Her blue eyes held Cersei’s without flinching, unyielding.
“You may think my choice poor.
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“ you are loyal —- i cannot fault you on that . ”
lips curved into a thin smile , fingertips tapping against her wine glass . “ it is just a shame you chose so poorly who to be loyal to . ”
Brienne allowed herself to smirk a little as she moved slightly closer to him, the sword still in her hand, and she never broke eye contact with him.
"You know very well that I will be more than happy to have you here, by my side. Is normal for me to think that you might have
Of course she had a reason to stay in winterfell to take care of Sansa and serve her. And protect her.
“ the cold well it’s going to grown on me apparently.”
He says as he smiled a bit as he brushed his finger through his beard
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It was just convenient, but whatever he had for Cersei, it would not disappear overnight.
"Do you believe that you can get used to the cold? The snow, the cold nights, having to walk around in furs and stay by the fire to stay warm?"
It was a little jest, trying to understand
"Mayhaps, I now serve Lady Sansa; unless she dismisses me, I am at her service."
A small tilt of the head.
"Why? The cold has not grown on you yet?"
Of course, she was jesting; she doubted that he could get used to the cold weather of the North, but she still caught him
Jaime let’s put a small smirk as he looked over at Brienne of course they knew their own scars that night how could he forget that night.
“ I’m always up for it .”
He watch her sword in the dirt as he looked down as he than took a few steps closer.
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complaining about it.
"Are you thinking of staying? Lady Sansa had extended her invitation."
In a rare selfish moment, she wished he would say yes, that he wanted to stay, he wanted to stay with her, but there was also a part of her that was very aware of the connection
Brienne raised an eyebrow, halting her training for a moment to take the extra minute to relax and control her breathing.
"Eager for me to send you down into the dust?"
She asked with an eyebrow raised and the point of her sword touching the dirt as she studied him.
"Do you think that you are up to it? Aren't you sore from the battle?"
It was an experience, and of course, her own body talking, she had seen the bruises the night they shared together, the same way that he had seen hers. They had become familiar with each other's bodies and
on her, and even the coldest mornings no longer bothered her.
She was training alone, focused on her steps, the sword in her hand, her exercises as her cheeks grew red from the cold, and yet she barely felt it.
The long night, the Night King and his armies had come and gone, it had been a battle that Brienne actually thought she would not make it, but against all odds they had survived, the Night King was gone, the White Walkers and with them so did some allies.
They had mourned the
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After the long night after the war of fighting of the white walkers was over Jaime had scars and cuts over him and bented armor as he fought them off there he stood looking down at his golden hand as
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presence and opening up to someone else.
Like every morning, Brienne was up before everyone else, heading to training. She had a need to continue training even as her bruises healed, which brought her some sense of normalcy.
That morning was no different; the cold had grown