Brienne was crying, clutching her robe when suddenly she heard horse hooves behind her. She turned to see Jaime come back, smiling.
“I’m so sorry,” he said, voice heavy as he got off his horse. He swallowed nervously at her glare, he’d never seen her cry and this was heartbreaking, “Brienne-“
“Why would you do that?!” She snapped, and rightfully so.
“Brienne, please. I came back because this isn’t written by those guys. I was acting way out of character! It doesn’t make sense for me to just leave you and actually go for C*rsei!”
Brienne sniffed. The North was freezing cold and she was only armed with a robe. She had rushed out to stop her dumbass boyfriend from leaving, which symbolized how vulnerable she was because cinematography, “wait. So you weren’t just lying so I wouldn’t follow you to save you?”
“It sounds crazy, especially since I jumped into a bear pit to save you, lost my hand in consequence to stop you from getting assaulted, gave you a Valerian steel sword that my father made for me, made you a knight, and then awkwardly flirted and took your virginity. But yeah, I was meant to run away to C*rsei, tell her only she mattered, try and escape with her, and get crushed under a building.”
“Jaime, that sounds really out of character.”
“It is. If that happened, it’d be like throwing away my entire story development over the last few years to make my incestuous relationship seem like a crack addiction.”
“And it’d make you seem like a fuccboi for sleeping with me and then leaving, which is out of character even more since Oathkeeper represents your heart, which you said was mine and always mine.”
“Well, it’s a good thing that I never went back to my crazy sister who ordered the Mountain to kill me, slept with heaps of other men and hated me for getting my hand chopped off.”
“Sure is. It’s cold out here, want to go back inside and do it?”
