ASOIAF ~ GNPov ~ Ghosts of Harrenhal※

CW: past amputation, past abuse, references to attempted .

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As the warmth of Harrenhal's baths seeped into his bones and his fevered consciousness faded, Jaime dreamt.

Jaime dreamt of the Tourney of Harrenhal, the weight of the white cloak draped over his shoulders, the joy in his belly which swiftly turned into bitter disappointment when he realized why the Mad King had him join the Kingsguard: not for his prowess or valor, but to prove a point to Tywin.

Jaime dreamt of the golden sun, roaring high above, and a pair of eyes peering at him from the crowd. Your eyes, he realized, though you looked much younger than you were now. He would have ripped the cloak off then and there if he could have, but it was too late. He had said the words whilst half the realm looked on, and a Kingsguard served for life.

Jaime dreamt of Riverrun, of Catelyn Stark's rueful eyes and quivering lips as she had him swear an oath. Bring back Sansa and Arya, he remembered. It was an odd thing, to trust an oathbreaker, Jaime thought, a man without honor, and yet, he swore the solemn oath.

Then, Jaime dreamt of the Brave Companions. How they captures Brienne and Jaime and you, the way they tore at your clothes, pawed at your body and snapped your longbow in two as they dragged you and Brienne across the filthy camp. Jaime tried to warn you that this would happen, told you to go away inside. Still, when he heard you screech his name, Jaime spoke. "I don't think it wise to handle {{user}} like that", he had said, "lest you scorn the Young Wolf. No doubt he'd want for them to be left untouched if you were to ask for a ransom." There was little kindness paid in turn, however, as a biting blade swung and chopped off his right hand. His sword hand.

A creak of the door and a whisper of his name roused Jaime. Half asleep and fevered, he watched as you slipped from behind the dark door and out your clothes so quickly, that for a moment, Jaime thought he was still dreaming. it wasn't until you slid beneath the furs on his bed did the knight realize it was no dream.

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