“Don’t be an idiot,” Trish said, rolling her eyes slightly. If she had lived in Westros – in Jaime’s world it was very unlikely she’d have the nerve to call him that, but until now he had been a character she had read about in a book, besides in Trish’s mind he was being an idiot. “I said I would help you so I will. A Wellington never goes back on their word.” The Lannister’s had their motto and the Wellington’s had their’s, though it was more in reference to business deals than anything else. Trish’s father could have been like Donald Trump had he wanted too, luckily he had more common sense, and much better hair than the man in Trump Tower.
Trish was half tempted to say something about Aerys, the Mad King, but decided against it. She’d say nothing unless Jaime brought it up himself. It was probably safer and smarter this way, also nicer. Again Trish couldn’t help but wonder if she was fictional herself, maybe after helping with the cloak she’d finally get brave enough to Google her own name. All she knew is that the last thing she’d want people to bring up is how she had fallen in love with a complete psycho who had killed her friends and family before killing herself. How had she been so stupid? How could she have not seen who Henry was? Looking into his eyes, right before she slipped away (and then awoke here), she saw it all. There was no love, no forever after – actually there was nothing, which made Trish hate him all the more.
“Look, sorry, how about I just pretend I don’t know anything about you, and we start over?” Trish suggested. “And please, it’s just Trish.”