Howland Reed.
Howland knelt before the Weirwood and prayed to the old gods, the vision he'd gotten had been clear and he wondered why the gods had decided to speak to him now. As a younger man he'd traveled to the isle of faces and spent some time among the Weirwood's that grew there, the feeling of closeness with the old gods was intensified and Howland could feel the magic on the isle.
He had been plagued by visions and strange dreams since he was a child, but they were all too hard to comprehend and it wasn't until the events had already occurred that their true meaning had become clear, by then though it was too late. Had he been given a vision as clear as this one then maybe he could have saved her, maybe things would have turned out different.
After the rebellion his wounds had been severe and Howland had retreated back to the Greywater Watch, the visions had subsided although the more he now thought on it, the more sure he was that they really hadn't and he'd instead ignored them. A few moons ago though they had returned and these he could not ignore, he had failed the mother, he would not fail the son, so he had sent Jaygen to see how Jaehaerys was doing, he needed to make sure the boy was safe and happy.
" Jaygen, I hear there is a tourney in Lannisport, I would like you to go."
" A tourney my lord, why?"
" There's someone there I wish you to see for me, someone I want to know more about, will you do this for me?"
" Of course my lord."
So his friend's son had gone to participate in a tourney and Howland eagerly awaited his return, he needed to be sure that her boy was safe, it was the least he could do for the woman who had meant so much to him. Howland had been furious with his friend when he told him his plan for Lyanna's son, while it protected his life, he knew it could damage the boys sense of self and after meeting his new liege lady he had known he was right.
He had argued with Ned, offered to raise Jaehaerys in his home and to give the boy his name if he wanted it, but Ned had refused and the rift between the two men had barely been breached since. When he heard how the boy had been raised, how he was treated, he had considered stealing the boy away himself, but Jyana had talked him out of it telling him rightly that such a thing could damaged the child irreparably.
When he had heard that Jaehaerys was squiring for Jaime Lannister he didn't know what to think, but the images of his vision began to make sense, a wolf cub standing in the shadow of a lion, both fiercely growling at something unseen before as one they attacked, the two then walking away side by side.. Howland had understood the sigils and the significance of them of course, but the context was something beyond him, until he had heard the news.
So he had accepted that this was a good thing and the visions had gone away for a time, when they returned though he couldn't make sense of them at all, it was images that lasted a split second and there were so many that when he woke he could barely remember them. It had plagued his thoughts and had been the main reason he had sent Jaygen to check on the boy, worried that perhaps he had been wrong about Jaime's intentions.
"Father." Howland turned to see his wife swinging his son's hand making the boy laugh, his daughter Meera beside them trying to do the same with Jojen's other hand.
"My love, my children." Howland said as he got up from his knees and kissed Jyana and then each of his children on the forehead.
"Howland my love it's time to eat, Harken and Karl have arrived also." Jyana said and Howland smiled at her.
"Very well, come children." Howland said and the four of them made their way back to the keep.
After dinner Howland sat with Harken and Karl in the great hall, the two men were amongst the hardiest of the Crannogmen, fierce fighters with their spears and both excellent bowmen. The two men were the second sons of house Blackmyre and Boggs respectively and both of them had earned Howland's trust over the years.
"Harken, Karl, I have a job for both of you." Howland said softly while the two men sat drinking the warm cider his wife was famous for making.
"Anything you need my lord, Karl and me are glad to do it, aint that right Karl." Harken said quickly while Karl just nodded.
"I need you to deliver some letters for me one to Lord Wyman and the other to Benjen Stark at the wall." Howland said noticing the frown on Karl's face while Harken kept his expression much more schooled.
"I know it's a lot to ask and I wish it could be left to a raven, but i need to know the letters were placed in the hands of both men by people i can trust."
"Of course my lord." Harken replied.
"Good men, I've arranged travel for you in White Harbor, Lord Manderly is sending some supplies to the nights watch so his men will accompany you to Eastwatch and then Castle Black, once your there hand the letter to Benjen Stark no one else, do you understand?"
"Aye, we get it my lord."
"Very well, once you've given him the letter your'e to wait, Benjen will give you something which you will bring with you and hand to Lord Wyman personally. the Manderly men will be instructed to wait along with you and once you've received the item from Benjen you can leave and make your way back to Eastwatch."
"What is it were collecting my Lord?" Karl asked inquisitively.
"You'll know when Benjen hands it to you." Howland said leaving no room for further discussion.
When both men nodded in acceptance Howland reached behind himself and grabbed a small pouch filled with coins and handed them to Harken,
"There's no need my lord" Harken said a little put out by the gesture.
"I know lads, but accept it anyway, I'll not have you out of pocket on this." Howland said as Harken and Karl reluctantly accepted the coin.
Jaime.
Jaime ran as fast as he could, cradling Jon in his arms and allowing nothing or no one to slow him down, he had ran up the steps leading to Creylen's rooms and practically kicked the door open. The Maester had been so stunned that he'd dropped the bottle he'd been holding in his hand and shrieked in a very unmanly way.
"My Lord?" Creylen said shakily.
"You need to help him, you must help him." Jaime pleaded as he lay Jon down on the small bed, wiping the blood that dripped from his nose.
"What happened?" Creylen asked as he began to examine Jon.
"I..I don't know, we were breaking our fast and he got up and then fell, when I got to him he was out cold and had blood dripping from his nose, I don't know Maester, I don't know." Jaime said his voice almost breaking.
He watched as Creylen undid Jon's tunic and took it and his undershirt off, before Creylen lent into Jon's chest and listened to his breathing. The Maester wiped the blood of Jon's nose and took a small piece of the cloth he used and carried it, the tunic and the undershirt to a table at the back of the room. Jaime stood there and watched as Jon took slow breaths, before the boy began to shake and convulse in some kind of fit.
"Maester, quick." he shouted.
Creylen rushed over and held Jon down, thankfully after a few minutes Jon seemed to settle but almost as soon as he did the convulsions started again.
"My lord you needs must turn him over on his side and hold him, I'll be back in a moment." Creylen said as he got up.
"What, you can't leave." Jaime angrily said as he held Jon while the boy shook violently.
"I'm not my lord, I needs must make the boy purge himself, he has to empty his stomach." Creylen said while Jaime nodded in understanding.
The Maester was incredibly quick although Jaime gulped at what he held in his hand, the large piece of metal was almost a foot long and a couple of inches thick, it was curved at the end and when he saw it he knew that it would soon be going into Jon's mouth to force him to empty his stomach. He held onto Jon as the Maester began pushing the metal into his mouth, within seconds Jon began to shake again and Jaime looked at the Maester who just shook his head and continued to force the metal down the boys throat.
Finally after what felt like an age Creylen quickly removed the metal and he felt Jon heave as his stomach emptied, the Maester looked on with something like relief in his features and asked Jaime to wipe the mess from the boy, while he once again went to the back of the room. Jaime cleaned Jon as best he could and sat there on the bed holding the boy in his arms.
After a few moments Tyrion arrived followed closely by Gerion, Joy apparently in the care of one of the new servants Gerion and Jon had approved of.
"How is he?" Gerion asked the concern clear in his face.
"I..I don't know." Jaime said.
Before they could ask anymore questions Creylen returned, carrying a small glass with the same metal object as before and looked at Jaime and the others.
"My Lord I need you to hold the boy while I have him swallow this, he needs to be held steady my lord, you must be firm." Creylen said and Jaime nodded determinedly.
"Raise the boy up my lord so he's sitting."
Jaime did as he was told and Creylen nodded at him before signalling for him to hold Jon tightly while he poured the liquid into his mouth. He watched as Creylen used the metal to force Jon to keep his mouth open and slowly poured the liquid in, he then quickly took the metal out and watched and waited before nodding obviously satisfied.
"Good, the boy has a chance now." Creylen said and walked away with the empty glass and the metal.
Jaime carefully lay Jon down, the peaceful look on the boys face almost making him forget why they were here, he turned to see both Gerion and Tyrion were looking on with concern. He got up and went to find a small sheet to cover Jon's still naked chest, finding one that seemed suitable he wrapped it around him and waited for Creylen to come back, the three men all sat silently each lost in their own thoughts.
Creylen returned and carried a glass jug with yellow water and a piece of cloth inside, he also carried Jon's tunic which he'd cut a section from and a piece of cloth, in his other hand he had another glass filled with what looked like water. He nodded to Jaime and motioned for him and the others to follow him to the small table in the corner. When they did he finally began to speak and confirmed Jaime's worst fears, Jon had been poisoned.
"It's Wolfsbane my lord, a strong and unfortunately an extremely potent poison." Creylen said.
"What, who the hell would want to poison Jon." Gerion said angrily and began to pace around the room.
"I don't know lord Gerion, I only know he's been poisoned." Creylen said not easing Gerion's agitation whatsoever.
"How can you be sure Maester?" Tyrion asked.
"There's no other explanation my lord, the boy's been poisoned I'm certain of it." Creylen said a little put out that his competence was being questioned.
"No Maester you misunderstand, I'm not questioning the poisoning, what I was asking was how can you be sure it's Wolfsbane?" Tyrion asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry my lord." Creylen said apologetically, but Tyrion just waved him on.
"When Lord Jaime brought the boy." Creylen began.
"JON, his name is JON." Gerion shouted at the Maester.
"I'm sorry my lord, when Lord Jaime brought Jon in and I removed his tunic I noticed a smell, a sweet smell like fresh flowers," Creylen said as he handed the cut of piece of tunic to Jaime so he could smell it, which he did before handing it to Tyrion, the Maester was right there was a smell of flowers on it but Jaime didn't understand the relevance.
"I doubt that Jon bathes in rose water my lords." Creylen said with a smile that no one returned.
"So given that and given that Jon had been breaking his fast I suspected poison and that it may be Wolfsbane given the smell and the condition of Jon, so I tested it, the test itself being quite easy, just a simple matter of using the right items and adding a piece of the poison and the water would turn a yellowish color."
Creylen took the piece of tunic from Tyrion and dropped it into the small glass, all of them looking on as the liquid began to turn yellow.
"So that drink you gave him that was the antidote right, Jon will be fine now won't he" Gerion asked concernedly.
"It's not that certain I'm afraid my lords, we managed to purge the poison and Jon hasn't expelled the antidote which are both good things, but I'm worried my lords that his age may work against him, we have to prepare for the worst." Creylen replied.
"Are you saying he may die Maester?" Tyrion asked worriedly.
"I'm saying that it's likely he will my lord." Creylen said before Jaime grabbed him by the chain and forced him against the wall.
"He wont die, you'll save him, you'll damn well save him or I'll have your head mounted on the wall, you hear me." Jaime shouted at the stricken Maester.
"Jaime, Jaime," Tyrion said as he and Gerion attempted to pull him from the Maester.
Finally after a few minutes where the Maester looked like he'd pass out from the pressure Jaime was putting on this chain Jaime released him and walked to the bed, he pulled a chair and sat down his head in his hands as he looked down on Jon.
Tyrion .
Tyrion sat in Jaime's solar and awaited the arrival of his uncle Kevan and Aunt Genna both eager no doubt to say their piece, It had been two days since Jon collapsed and the boy was still unconscious and in those two days his brother had refused to leave his bedside. Jaime had barely ate, drank or slept since they'd been told that Jon may not wake up and Tyrion was worried how his brother would handle it if Jon didn't survive.
Yesterday he and Gerion had decided that Tyrion would take over the Lord's duties which even though Jaime had only been neglecting them for a day had piled up and so Tyrion had spent the entire day and night sending missives, organizing taxes and assigning duties. He had just finished when the servant came in saying his aunt and uncle wanted a meeting and now as he sat there he could feel his head begin to pound. He had sent the servant to escort them in and had just swallowed a quick glass of wine when they entered.
"What's the meaning of this, where's Jaime?" Kevan angrily said not even bothering to sit down before starting.
"Jaime is busy, now please take a seat uncle, Aunt Genna if you would."
He watched as they both sat down the angry scowl on Kevan's face apparent while his aunt as always was much more circumspect. He poured each of them a glass of wine and refilled his own glass and sighed before turning to speak to them.
"Now uncle, what seems to be the problem?"
"Where is Jaime, why isn't he here?" Kevan almost shouted at him.
"As I told you uncle, Jaime is busy, now what do you need?"
"Busy with what Tyrion?" his aunt asked softly.
"Personal matters Aunt."
"What personal matters?" Genna's voice a little more insistent now.
"His squire was poisoned and Jaime's trying to get to the bottom of why, now again what is the problem that's so urgently got you absolutely needing to see Jaime right now." Tyrion said his voice hard.
"Your telling me that he's with the bastard rather than meet for our weekly meeting." Kevan said indignantly.
"ENOUGH." Tyrion said angrily shocking them both.
"Weekly meeting, you're here causing all this fuss over a meeting of no import, a meeting you have every week, a meeting that can damn well wait." Tyrion 's said his voice rising with each word.
"How dare you, who do you think you are." Kevan shouted back.
"Who am I, I'm the heir to Casterly Rock uncle, or haven't you yet figured out that Jaime is not like father."
"Oh that much is clear." Kevan snorted.
"Which you should be thankful for." Tyrion said smirking knowing that had his father still been alive that Kevan would have remained a lackey, rather than been in charge of something as important as Lannisport.
"Now, as I said, if there's nothing important to discuss, you can bring this up at your next weekly meeting." he added smiling now at the look his uncle was given him.
Kevan jumped up and for a second Tyrion thought that perhaps he may strike him, instead though he turned and stormed out the door leaving Tyrion alone with his aunt.
"Was that necessary." Genna said resignedly.
"You saw him, he came in here looking for an argument." he replied.
"Kevan's not handled the loss of our brother well, you know that Tyrion yet you and Jaime provoke him."
"Provoke him, how are we provoking him?" Tyrion asked genuinely curious.
"The bastard."
"What about Jon."
"That, that's what provokes him, how friendly you are with the bastard, all of you but especially Jaime, he's a bastard Tyrion yet you all treat him like he's a trueborn son, Kevan may be open about it but others have spoken of it."
"Not only is he a lord's bastard and as you saw with the duels or should I say would have seen if you'd bothered to turn up, he's an accomplished swordsman, Aunt."
"I didn't turn up because you gave a bastard my old room." Genna said annoyance clear in her face.
Tyrion laughed, he actually almost fell over he laughed that hard, all of this, all his aunt's pique was over the damn room she had when she was a girl, a room she hadn't spent anytime in for years. Genna had moved from Casterly Rock into Kevan's residence not long after Jon arrived and both he and Gerion had put it down to them helping each other get over the loss of their brother, when in fact it was the loss of a damn room.
"My dear sweet aunt, he got that room because it was the only free room available on the family wing, it had nothing to do with it being yours, I swear Jaime wouldn't know who stayed in what room apart from his, mine and Cersei's."
"But why does he need to stay in the family wing at all Tyrion, he's a bastard." she asked.
"Who happens to be the lord's squire, aunt." Tyrion said before adding "Have you even bothered to speak to the lad, spend any time with him?".
"Of course not."
"So you haven't seen him with Joy?"
"He spends time with Joy?" his aunt said in a surprised tone.
"Spends time with, aunt the boy is basically her guardian at this point, he reads to her, takes her out around the castle, spends his free time playing with her, you should see them together, she's like a different girl." Tyrion said with a small smile on his face.
"So that's why Gerion likes him so much." Genna smiled back at him.
"Aye aunt it is, that and the boy himself, there's something about him which makes you like him, I can't explain it, but he just, when he's around it's just better." he said as Genna nodded.
"How bad is it Tyrion?."
"It' bad Aunt, he may not recover."
"Then I shall say a prayer to the mother for him." she said as she stood up.
""You can tell the servants to make up my former quarters, I shall be moving back in the next couple of days.".
Tyrion watched as his aunt left the room, it was good she would be returning he had missed his aunt and with her back here Kevan would be less of a problem. He finished the wine in his glass and walked our of the room, he was tired but instead of heading for his room for a quick nap he walked to the Maester's chambers.
Gerion.
Gerion played with his daughter as he'd done for most of the morning, but neither his nor Joy's heart was in really into it. Mostly he had been going through the motions and trying to keep his and Joy's mind off Jon and unfortunately for both of them failing miserably. Ever since his collapse Joy had asked after Jon almost constantly, when he told her that Jon would be down soon he had felt like the worst liar in the world and the longer it took for him to awaken the more Gerion worried he would not.
"Want Yon papa." Joy said sadly looking up at him.
"Jon's sleeping princess, he'll be here when he wakes up."
"No SEEP, no ni ni." Joy said shaking her head.
"Do you want to come see the horsey's princess."
"NO YON."
"Let's go see the horsey's then maybe Jon will be awake."
"Ok papa, horseys Yon."
He picked his daughter up and brought her to the stables, luckily once she was around the horses she forgot about Jon for a while and he was happy for the respite, although for himself it wasn't that easy.
When he had changed Joy's clothing after she spilled the cup he had walked back towards the hall only to find everyone rushing around, asking what had happened he had been shocked, he had Alessia take Joy and had rushed to Creylen's, meeting Tyrion on the way.
Seeing the boy laying there Gerion had felt more scared than he could ever remember, the boy was always pale but as he looked at him he had practically no color in his face whatsoever, when Creylen had explained he'd been poisoned Gerion had been furious, whoever it was, whoever did this he'd find them and when he did, god help them he'd make them suffer.
When it had been explained what poison had been used and that it had most likely been used in a drink he'd almost keeled over, Joy was, Joy almost, Jon had stopped her from drinking it?, did he know something was off with the drink and was that why he wouldn't give her some?. He knew when it came to his daughter Jon was generous with not just his time and affections, but with giving her things she wanted, nothing that would hurt her of course, but he'd share things with her and his daughter knew it and took advantage of it.
But when he'd refused her the cup it had seemed strange, he'd seen Jon allow her little sips from his cup before, but he had thought nothing of it at the time, now though the more he pictured it in his head, how Jon had been a little off, how his face had been, he couldn't help but think the boy knew there was something not right with the drink and had kept it away from his daughter, in doing so he had probably saved her life.
"Horsey papa, horsey pwetty." his daughters voice took him from his thoughts.
"Yes princess, she is a pretty horsey, do you want to pet the horsey. Joy."
He watched as Joy smiled while her hand rubbed the horses neck and he sighed, he had never brought her out to see the horses before Jon arrived, he'd barely ever brought her out of the castle itself. The boy had changed his and his daughters life from the moment he'd arrived and the thought that someone had deliberately hurt him made Gerion angrier than he'd ever been.
"Seepy papa." Joy said and he smiled.
He hugged the little girl tightly before they made their way back to her room, feeling her breathing slow down he held her softly against his chest. When he made it to their rooms he placed her carefully in her bed and kissed her on her forehead before making his way to the door as quietly as he could. He smiled at Alessia as he left and made his way up to the Maester's rooms hoping that when he got there he'd receive better news.
Jaime.
Jaime was not a man who prayed often, he could barely remember the last time he'd even set foot in the sept that was of his own choice. But today he had come and prayed to each of the seven, he lit candles and as he stood before the statues he resisted the urge to scream and shout, to rant and rave at the injustices that these so called gods allowed to happen.
Jon was innocent, a boy who'd never harmed anyone and yet these gods had seen fit to allow his sister to poison him, oh he knew it was her, ever since she'd smirked at him he'd known she would do something, but this, this he could never imagine, poisoning a boy just to get back at him, she was just like their father, a monster.
"Lord Jaime." Septon Ardys said as he moved towards him.
"Septon," Jaime said gruffly,
"It's not often we see you here my lord."
"No it's not, I'm very busy."
"Of course my lord, as was your lord father, we of the faith understand such things." Ardys said and Jaime just wished he'd go away.
Septon Ardys was the latest in a line of annoying septons Jaime had met and hated dealing with, although the man himself wasn't the worst, nor the ugliest that honor resting with the high septon himself. But like the rest the air of sanctimony around him was something Jaime didn't care for and knowing why Jaime was here and what the sanctimonious man would say about it, he got up to leave lest he do something to the man.
"If you'll forgive me septon, I needs must get back to my work."
"Of course my lord, I hope to see you here again soon." the man said his face making it clear he felt put out by Jaime's reticence to stay.
Jaime though didn't care what the man thought, while he held little faith in the gods, he held none whatsoever in their so called representatives, having seen at first had what these so called pious men actually got up to. He made his way out of the sept only to see Jors run towards him. Jaime felt his chest constrict, his heart threatening to burst from it.
"My lord, My lord.." Jors the smaller of the two guards he'd assigned to Jon shouted.
"Lord Gerion sent me my lord, It's Jon he's awakened." Jors said and Jaime let out the breath he'd been holding,
Not even waiting for the other man Jaime set off running towards the lift, it had already begun its ascent when he realized he'd left the guard behind in his eagerness. When it reached the family's floor he immediately made his way to the stairs and ran up them to the Maester's chambers, the two guards standing outside quickly moving to allow him enter.
When he did he was relieved to see Jon sitting up while Creylen examined him, his uncle and brother were standing and sitting respectively and he made his way to the bed as Jon noticed he had arrived.
He waited until the Maester was finished before he made his way to the bed and looked down as Jon leaned back against the pillows, he turned to the Maester and gave him a questioning look.
"I've examined him my lord all seems well, he'll need some rest of course but I think he'll be fine." Creylen said and Jaime could hear that he wasn't the only one in the room who breathed out in relief.
"How do you feel Jon." he asked the worry clear in his voice.
"I, I'm fine I think, my throat feels dry." Jon answered his voice gruff and choked from the examinations and throwing up.
"Here Jon drink this." Gerion said handing him a cup of water
Jon drank the water eagerly and asked for another which Gerion quickly gave him, this one he took a little more time over and Jaime was happy to see the color was starting to come back to his face.
"What do you remember Jon?" Tyrion asked.
"We were breaking our fast, I was drinking, it tasted awful, really bad, Joy, Joy was there she wanted to drink it, but I wouldn't let her and then I… I felt strange I..I… don't know."
"We think you had some milk that was off Jon and it made you very sick." Gerion said sticking to the story they'd decided on, now was not the time to tell him he'd been poisoned by a crazy spiteful woman.
"Wait, Joy, she was, is she all right?" Jon asked worriedly.
"Aye, she's fine lad, you stopped her from drinking the milk." Gerion said and Jaime could see the pride in his uncles eyes as he said it.
"Jon, why don't you get some rest here tonight and we'll have you moved back to your room tomorrow, I'm sure when your up to it Gerion will bring Joy to see you, she's been missing you as have we all." Jaime said and smiled at Jon as he nodded.
The three of them and the Maester left the room leaving Jon on his own, when they got outside Jaime saw that Jors had arrived with Alyrs and both men relieved the two guards at the door, feeling they deserved to know how Jon was he motioned to the Maester, Gerion and Tyrion to wait and allowed Creylen inform them all of how Jon really was.
"Well Maester?" Jaime asked.
"The lads fine my lord, he'll make a full recovery as I said, there doesn't seem to be any lasting damage it seems we made it in time, he's a much stronger lad then he appears. A few days bed rest and he'll be back as fit and healthy as he was before." Creylen said before heading back to his room.
"Thank the seven." Jaime heard Alyrs say.
Jaime turned and walked to the two guards.
"You two are now fully in charge of who comes and goes into Jon's room, he's to have no meals accept those brought by either Jareg or Maris is that understood, no meals and no drinks unless it's brought by those two."
"Of course my Lord." Alyrs said.
"Starting tomorrow I want one of you with him at all times until I tell you different, I'll be appointing two new guards so you can split your time, even when he's in his room I want two guards outside his door from now on, is that clear." Jaime looked at the two men who nodded.
"It is my lord, we understand you can count on us." Jors said.
"I know that, thank you both." Jaime said and gave them a small smile before walking away with his uncle and brother.
Tyrion
The three of them walked to Jaime's solar, Tyrion had never seen his brother like that, he had basically made Jon more protected than anyone else in Casterly rock, himself included. Tyrion understood though, the thoughts of how close Jon had come to dying were clearly bearing down on his brother, as they had both him and his uncle.
They entered the solar and sat down while Jaime looked at them silently, Tyrion reached over and poured himself and Gerion a glass of wine, as he went to pour Jaime one though his brother shook his head and instead picked up the water jug and poured himself a cup of that before swallowing it down in one gulp.
"From now on all our meals are to be prepared by only the cooks who've been here for years, no new cooks or maids are to be anywhere close to the families meals, either in preparing them or serving them, Tyrion can you make that happen?" Jaime asked.
"Of course brother, I'll need to rearrange some of the staff but yes I'll make it happen."
"We need to find out how the hell this happened, i doubt one of the servants who've been here for a long time would do this, but i can't be sure, we have to know who it was who actually put the poison in Jon's cup, Tyrion your going to have to question anyone who had access."
"I already did brother, one of the servants has disappeared, a young girl who had only recently started, I've sent guards looking for her but she's gone."
"Fine, she was probably the one who actually poisoned Jon, but i need to know we can trust the rest, Tyrion you know who we can trust, use them to see if there are any we should be worried about."
"I will." Tyrion said determinedly.
"Good, Uncle when Jon's up and about I need you to go to Kings Landing." Jaime said confusing Tyrion.
"Why?" Gerion asked.
"I need you to speak to Cersei, to warn her what will happen if she tries this again."
Tyrion was stunned, was he hearing this right, was Jaime actually saying their sister had poisoned Jon, why, what possible motive would she have.
"Cersei, are you sure?" he asked.
"Aye, I'm sure Tyrion, did you not think that little performance she gave when she was leaving was strange, suddenly talking to Jon and being nice, after having tried to get him thrown from the hall and trying to stop the king rewarding him. Suddenly she had no problem with the bastard boy and was wishing Jon well, does that sound like our sister?"
"No, but that doesn't mean." Tyrion began to say before Jaime cut him off.
"I know she did it, the way she smirked at me, I knew she was planning something, I just didn't think it was this."
"But why?" Gerion asked.
"To get back at me for rejecting her." Jaime said before sighing.
"The night they arrived, she tried to seduce me." Jaime added while Tyrion and Gerion sat there with there mouths open.
Tyrion had always known that Cersei and Jaime had been close but they had never as far as he knew, had they.
"When I threw her out of the room, she threatened me, I threatened her back and hoped that it'd be the end of it, but i should have known it wouldn't be that easy, she was always going to try and get back at me, I just never imagined she's use Jon to do so."
"What do you want me to do." Gerion asked.
"When you get to Kings Landing, I want you to warn her that if she tries something like this again, Robert will find out the truth."
"Jaime, you can't tell the king his wife tried to seduce you, what if he didn't believe you, or worse blamed you?" Tyrion said.
"No, the truth about who Joffrey's father is."
"You can't mean?" Tyrion asked.
"Tygett." Jaime said and Tyrion and Gerion gasped.
"How, how do you know."
"Because she made me guard the door while she fucked our uncle." Jaime said the disgust clear in his voice.
Gerion broke out laughing forcing Tyrion and Jaime to look at him, he didn't stop just continued laughing for a few minutes before finally turning to look at them both.
"So her son's a bastard." Gerion said before laughing again.
"Yes and if Robert found out, he would take both their heads." Jaime said.
Tyrion shook his head, was Jaime seriously suggesting that they tell the king, it'd mean war, sure his sister was a bitch, but while the boy was a bit off, he was still a child.
"You don't approve." Jaime said looking at him.
"She's our sister and the child's our nephew, you can't Jaime."
"I'm not and I won't, but this is the only way to keep Jon safe, when she finds out he's alive Tyrion, she'll try again and no matter how many guards or how many changes we make he won't be safe, this way she'll know what happens and it'll stop her."
"So it's a warning then?"
"For now," Jaime said and Tyrion shuddered.