Chapter 117:

Chapter 117:

Author Note:

-Hello my beautiful readers, I have some news! Yeih.

Doing a mass release today on Patren, I wrote several chaps to each of my novels in Patren.

Chaps 115 to 140 for GOT

Chaps 2 to 10 for the avatar novel.

Chaps 1 to 10 the dragon ball one.

And a few for the gamer one!

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I will be releasing them during the course of the day, enjoy.

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Next day, surprisingly for me, Tyrion arrived in the morning accompanied by the hound, Bronn, Myrcella and Tommen, and if I was being completely honest I didn't expect him to actually succeed escaping King's Landing.

Cersei was known for being a bit overprotective of her children, and with knowing that much about her I expected Tyrion to be captured as soon as he tried to escape.

But I'm glad he wasn't, he was probably one of the few people in King's Landing I would regret killing by accident or on purpose, so here I was waiting for him to talk about his alliances.

"Your grace," Tyrion greeted as he entered my war tent where Ned and Jon were sitting and watching as the little man entered accompanied by his sellsword Bronn, and his recently added companion the Hound, all of them being escorted by Oberyn himself.

"Tyrion Lannister," I acknowledged, "It was a bold move of yours to come to your enemy's camp, with hostages if you could elaborate why,"

"I I don't support what my family is doing, it's beyond inhumanplanning to burn an entire city just because they refuse to accept the possibility of losing I just can't accept that" Tyrion said with conviction, "I don't want to be a part of that,"

"Hmm, fair enough," I nodded, "but what do you pretend by all this, I mean you could've escaped to any other place and believe me I wouldn't have followed youafter all, I have way more important things to do and take care of so why me? What do you really want?"

Tyrion eyed me for a second, "I want many things your highness but from want to a have there is a big bridge,"

"That's true," I chuckled.

"But the most important thing I want right now is your forgiveness, I want if your grace allows it for your grace to pardon, Tommen Baratheon, Myrcella Baratheon and my brother Jaime Lannister," Tyrion said with an almost begging tone.

Ronard's words echoed in my head, did Jaime really do that it made some sense now that I think about it but he was my brother the one member of my family that I thought loved me he wouldn't do that it couldn't be he would never do that.

"Here he is," The soldier that Ronard had ordered to escort me to Jaime said, pointing to a cage on the back.

"Jaime," I said with a cold tone, colder than I had intended to.

"Brother don't tell me we already lost" Jaime inquired with his trademark confident smirk.

"No, not yet anyways" I answered.

"Then what are you doing here?" Jaime inquired.

"I have a question," The words what I wanted to ask was a lot of weight for me it was hard to even think about it

"A question?" Jaime tilted his head in confusion, "Sure"

"What Tysha really a whore" I asked with anger in my voice, the more I thought about it the more it made sense, but there was still a chance a chance Ronard got in my head and played with me, a chance for my brother to be innocent.

"No-" Jaime answered, and my world shattered, that was the only way to explain it suddenly all my life made sense Jaime has always been somewhat good with me. but after Tysha he had been treating me better I thought at one point he loved me, I was his brother but all he felt was pity guilt for what he did, everything made sense now.

"You are worse than Cersei," I said with a calm tone, "At least she has the decency of being cruel upfront"

"Tyrion...I," Jaime started to say, but I cut him off.

"You are dead to me. I don't have a brother, I don't have a sister, I don't have a father," I practically hissed at him, "Bye, and enjoy rotting in that cell,"

[Ronard Mormont POV]

I had probably destroyed a sibling relationship with what I had said, but I didn't feel bad at all, what Jaime did had not forgiveness, and it was time for him to be judged by his little brother.

"You think Jaime will admit to his crimes," Oberyn inquired.

"I do, he is not the type to deny stuff when confronted," I nodded.

"How cruel can someone be is terrifying," Jon added.

"It is it is," I sighed.