Meeting and painful memories

Tywin Lannister

Many might call me heartless and indifferent to everyone, including my children. However, this is not the case, even after Joanna's death, although I have distanced myself from them, I have devoted all my time to their future and the future of our family, but every time a breakthrough is made, a blow is struck that destroys everything for which I live.

Jamie and Cersei, who remind me so much of my dear wife, are so disappointed... Especially the daughter. Beautiful outwardly and so unpleasant inside, she did not even cope with the simplest duty to give birth to heirs for the ruling dynasty!

All her "impressive" political maneuvers are worthless. No matter how hard she tried to impress me with stories about her achievements in the capital all these years, it all came down to a small number of questionable informants, the promotion of another distant relative, completely incompetent, who did not find a position in the Western Lands, or another impressive reception during which the courtiers were impressed by her beauty, wealth and dubious power, based primarily on gold and the people I allocate to her.

Cersei, as I guess, could have removed Robert, but she could not even cope with her offspring, allowing the execution of Stark and the uprising of the neighboring part of the state against us, the rumors that are circulating among the people undermine the power of our house, because of which more and more people began to support the rebels, and the events in it is difficult to call the capital during the protracted months anything other than disorder and incompetence.

Against her background, the prodigal son looked much better: an excellent swordsman, one of the best in the country, a good strategist, able to lead the troops and maintain order and subordination in them. Jamie would have been a worthy heir if not for his idiotic honor and dreams that turned his head as a child. And where did that lead him? He was a famous defender of a madman and a guard of a depraved drunkard. If earlier I thought that he joined the Guard for the sake of recognition, then because of these rumors and the appearance of Cersei's children, he could have joined the Guard to be as close to his sister as possible. Extremely short-sighted.

Like any parent, I did not stop caring for them and supported them in the hope that they would come to their senses, and I still can't get mad at them, for the most part it has long been like disappointment and fleeting fear of the future they will create when I am gone.

With every day spent by his son in captivity, they caused more and more alarm, time was running out for his rescue, who better than him to know after everything he had done how captivity breaks people, even the most persistent.

After hearing about how he was being held and about his unsuccessful attempts to escape, I gradually began to lose hope.

Here is Cersei with another short-sighted request not to unite the Lannisters with the second most powerful house of the Seven Kingdoms, especially when we so need their resources after the war and all the debts of the kingdom...

I was distracted from this meaningless conversation by a security guard who practically ran in and rammed that my son was at the entrance.

No sooner had Cersei and I realized his return than he entered, or didn't he?

There were no traces of imprisonment in his appearance, his eyes had completely changed their color, and he was dressed in luxurious, obviously tailored and not for one day clothes.

And the first thing we got from him was a mockery of his sister, it was noticeable that she was torn between relief that he had come and the desire to explode and answer her insults.

Jamie, on the other hand, looked from her to me, mockingly studying our reaction. Noticing my still wary gaze, he pushed back the nearest chair, sprawled in it, demonstrating that he didn't care about our behavior, and began to talk about his life in such details and minutiae that no one but us could have known about.

Cersei and I were silent and took turns watching him. With each sentence, story, or nuance, fleeting twitches began to slip across the face, as if from pain. This worsened more and more, the relaxed position was replaced by a firm, constrained pose, the voice lost its mockery, and the gloved hand began to twitch.

Having made sure that it was indeed my son, but without losing my vigilance, I was about to call the maester when he screamed furiously and fell off his chair, twitching in convulsions.

After that, one of the guards and a man ran into the room, I ordered him to be immobilized so that he would not get hurt, and to call the maester.

The next few hours were filled with caring for the gradually calming son, gradually falling asleep and another concern about his condition.

At the same time, there was a struggle for the lives of Ser Jaime and the unknown. Who will prevail? The owner of the body or an uninvited guest? Perhaps there will be no primacy at all and they will be stuck in a place, in a fragile balance over control?