InsaneJournal

Tyrion would laugh. His brother sneaking out to meet a woman closer to the Iron Born than anything they'd met in this place. Cersei would slap him and make some crude reference to Kraken girls. But it wasn't like that. It wasn't. The woman freely admitted she was a whore, and so it wasn't a bad thing that he was talking to her. Not really. And it was talking. Just someone to confide him that didn't look at him like most did when he mentioned Cersei and his love for her. A woman that understood duty. She was from a world not unlike his own and that meant something.

And of course she didn't know him as the Kingslayer, the Oathbreaker. She didn't automatically distrust him because of his name and it was unusual to have that chance. So Jaime was going to take it. He'd meet her in the park. They'd find a tavern somewhere they wouldn't be disturbed and they'd talk. Talking to whores. Jaime had thought about what his sister and brother would say and his mind finally turned to his father. The great Tywin Lannister would be furious. He'd already dealt with one whore in his family, he would say. But of course Isabela was no more a whore than Tysha was. Not really. Her memory still caused issue with his brother and himself and perhaps always would.

Jaime had tried to fit in in the world. Tried to dress as they did. But he'd felt wrong without his sword and so he carried it still, under a coat he'd managed to find himself. It was the closest he was willing to go, he still much preferred his own clothing. But he knew he'd know the pirate when she arrived. They had a look to them.

He took a seat near the lake and waited still not knowing why he was here, or why he'd agreed to this meeting, indeed suggested it.It was more than a little unusual for him and definitely for a knight of the Kingsguard but here, in this world. He needed someone that didn't know him. It was important to him, and the wench seemed to understand that.