Keeper

The Purple Wedding

Notes:

Okay, so I shortened the Purple Wedding... just a bit. Thank you for the kudos and comments, and I really hope you enjoy the chapter!

I'm thinking about posting a GoT work for one shots. Let me know if you'd read it!

Jaime knew something was wrong after his father had one of the servants escort him to the Tower of the Hand. It had been a number of weeks since he and Rhaella had returned from the Capital and he'd scarcely heard from her, but Jaime had spent the greater majority of his time trying to keep Tywin from punishing her in the worst ways possible for leaving King's Landing as she had.

"The only reason that girl is still alive is because I see her loyalty to our House, and she brought you back to me with all the odds against her. That makes her an ally."

So to say he was surprised when his father handed him a Valyrian steel sword forged from Ice, which previously belonged to Ned Stark, was an understatement. "Magnificent." He whispered. The last time Jaime had seen craftsmanship like this was when he'd had the steel smiths work together to forge Keeper. Tywin was still oblivious to the creation of the dagger and would remain that way. "A Valyrian steel sword hasn't been forged since the Doom of Valyria!"

"There are three living smiths who know how to work Valyrian steel. The finest of them was in Volantis, and he came here to King's Landing at my invitation."

"Where did you get this much Valyrian steel?"

Tywin smiled smugly. "From someone who no longer had need of it." He replied.

''You've wanted one of these in the family for a long time-"

"And now we have two."

"Two?"

"The original weapon was absurdly large." Tywin said. "There was plenty of steel for two swords."

Jaime laid the blade on the table in front of him and took a seat across from his father. While it was a beautifully crafted blade, the sight of the rubies imbedded in the lion head hilt reminded him of the hilt of Keeper. He'd spent months smuggling that dagger around the City before he could give it to Rhaella as a parting gift before he was fully integrated into the Kingsguard. She'd thanked him over and over again, learned how to fight with it, and kept it close. It was the only reminder they had of who he'd been before he was The Kingslayer.

"You'll have to train your left hand."

"Any decent swordsman knows how to use both hands."

"You'll never be as good."

It wasn't like he didn't already know that. Cersei had made it abundantly clear that he had lost most of his value along with his hand, like the only thing that mattered to her about her brother and her lover was his ability and his physique. The lost hand was a nuisance to her, as it was to their father.

"No, but as long as I'm better then everyone else, it doesn't matter."

Tywin leaned forward on his desk and clasped his hands together. "The girl, Mormont. It's said that the other woman who accompanied you back here has been training her with her own blade. She has been placed over Lady Sansa by the order of Joffrey and his soon to be wife, the Tyrell girl. Both women fight rather well, according to what I've heard. You might have some competition."

Jaime had only heard half of what his father had said about not being able to serve in the Kingsguard anymore because he was too busy gaping over the fact that she was no longer Cersei's handmaiden.