Chapter 8

Jaime rode beside his uncle listening to how he found the Starks and what had happened to them. "A night attack after a won trial of combat, Cersei." he thought. Jaime wasn't perfect but he still respected the laws, his sister not so much, she preferred to make her own rules and for others to follow them. As Gerion finished the story Jaime finally decided to ask one thing that has been on his mind since they first saw each other in the northern camp.

"What happened to you out there uncle, how did you get back?"

Gerion sighed and told the story of what had occurred on that journey eight years ago, how he reached Volantis, and half of his crew abandoned him so he had to buy slaves, a thing which he was not proud of. After that, they set sail to the Smoking sea and old Valyria. The sea was hard to sail trough but they managed to get to the edge of the ruined city before something happened. He still wasn't sure what occurred but the ship went down and took most of the crew with it, he and a small group of survivors managed to get to the shore. They wandered through the ruins of the old city, what remained of the buildings showed just how magnificent this civilization really was, but soon the things took a turn for the worse. One by one his companions were picked off by strange lizard-like creatures, they weren't dragons but similar in some aspects and much smaller but still deadly. They learned how to fight them, how to stay away from them, how to survive in that hellhole. For eight years he fought for survival every day, hoping to one day see a ship coming through and come to rescue him. One day he stumbled upon the very reason he came there in the first place, he found the bones of their ancestor in a large building, his sword still in his hand. Then one day as he was ready to lose all hope of anyone finding him, he saw a small ship sailing through the Smoking sea. He screamed and yelled until they finally saw him and sent out a small rowboat to pick him up, in that moment tears of joy rained down his chicks. After reaching the free cities and resting for a while he came back to Westeros, to his home, although what he heard once he arrived and what he saw in the capital surprised him greatly and not in a good way.

"So you found Brightroar?" asked Jaime disbelief clear in his voice.

"Aye I did, here I will show it to you." Gerion pulled out the sword and handed it to his nephew. Jaime looked in awe at the blade, the craftsmanship was downright flawless, the edge sharp even after all the years spent in Valyria. For a long moment, Jaime just stared at the blade, looking like a child who just got a toy he always wanted. Gerion smiled at the sight, this way the Jaime he remembered. Then finally Jaime gave the blade back to his uncle.

"Uncle, I-its magnificent."

"I know, Valyrian steel in quite the things of beauty isn't it?" said Gerion as Jaime nodded.

"Wait, if you have it with you that means that you did not give it to father," Jaime said while giving his uncle a look of confusion.

"Aye, I didn't."

"Why?"

"I lost almost ten fucking years of my life because of it. It is the sword of our house but for now, it stays with me."

"And what of father?"

Gerion chuckled "If your father could make me do anything he would have done it a long time ago. As I said the sword stays with me. If and when I decide to give it someone from our family they will have to prove first that they deserve it." Jaime just nodded and continued riding.

Jaime and Gerion rode until the sunset and darkness fell. They came across a small creek and decided to make their camp there for the night. While Gerion prepared what they were going to eat, Jaime used the opportunity to wash himself, he had not realized how bad he smelled until his uncle pointed it out to him. He washed and took a spare shirt and pants Gerion brought with him, the pants were s bit tight but they would have to do for now. His hair and beard were long and unkempt, once they reach the Lannister camp he will have to take care of them. He chuckled when Gerion told him that maybe he should leave the beard, that it made him look more mature. As Jaime sat down next to the fire his uncle came back with some fish he caught.

"I know its not an eight-course meal but that's what we got," said Gerion as Jaime looked at the three fish.

"They will do, at least it better than prison food," said Jaime. Gerion cleaned the fish and put them over the fire. While Gerion did so Jaime could not help but stare at the man, he was still amazed that his uncle was really here. The day that he found out that his uncle was lost and probably died in Valyria was one of the hardest days of his life. He remembered drinking himself to sleep that night. His father was always more strict even more so after they lost Joanna, but Gerion was the opposite of Tywin, he would laugh with him and Tyrion, jape, spend more time with them then any other of uncle or father did. Even now his uncle cared so much that he went out on a suicide mission to rescue him. But he was lucky, if his uncle had not found the Starks then now he would be dead, his head put on a pike in front of Riverrun. He was glad to have his uncle back. After they ate the two Lannisters fell asleep, Jaime dreaming of being back with his family with Tyrion and Cersei, the later one bringing a strange feeling of discomfort to him. In the morning they ate some more fish, mounted their horses and continued on their journey, they were still days from the Lannister camp. As they rode they told stories about what happened while they were apart, Gerion mostly talking about the things he saw in the ruins of Valyria and Jaime talking about the events that occurred and family. When he mentioned Cersei he could see that Gerion wasn't pleased at all, especially because he knew about their relationship.

Jaime looked at his uncle "Are you going to tell father about me and Cersei?", his voice unsure as he said those words.

Gerion sighed "Honestly, I don't know what to do about that. On one hand, you are my niece and nephew and I love you both even if one is a royal bitch and the other a total idiot, on the other hand, it is wrong, plain and simple." Jaime turned his gaze from his uncle to the ground, he could not help but feel shame. His uncle was right, it was wrong for a brother and sister to be together in that way but he loved her. "I saw what kind of a man your son is firsthand and Ned Stark was right if he remains king he will be worse then the mad king but you already know that don't you?"

"I do. I still remember that day as if were yesterday, the day I chose to break my oath and kill the king. Arys was mad, he was beyond help or reason. The way he treated his wife, how he treated Elia and the children it was disgusting. We were forced to watch as Rickard Stark burned alive and Brandon Stark choked to death in an attempt to try and help his father. Arys was pure evil, the cruelty in his eyes I-I…. I only saw it in one other person, Joffrey."

"I know its hard, he is your son, but if you don't do something none of this will end well," said Gerion, his voice compassionate and almost pleading.

"What I'm to do? Kill him!" Jaime shouted. "Become a kingslayer a second time, kill my own blood!"

"The boy does not need to die, just to be moved out of the way."

"Father will never except that, even if he found out the truth he would still do everything in his power to keep him on the throne." Gerion hated to admit it but his nephew was right, his brother would do anything and crush anyone who would stand in the way of one of his own being on the throne, but more importantly, him being behind it.

"You really think that we alone could stand against the North, the Riverlands, the Reach and the Stormlands. It's one kingdom against four. Not even Tywin can beat those odds, the best you could do in this situation is to seek peace. It's just a matter of time before either Stannis or Renly win. There is no shame in surrendering when the odds are stacked against you."

"You really wish us to give up, to just surrender?"

"Jaime, I wish you to live. Pride and power are not worth your life or the lives of the ones we love. I have been telling that to your father for years and he never listened to my advice, he just kept pushing forward." Jaime did not know what to say, the more his uncle talked, the more he made sense but he knew that Tywin would not see it like that and certainly not Cersei. "Just think about it Jaime and you will see that I'm right."

"And what would you have us do?"

"I have still not thought about that, the way I see it the best possibility is to take Cersei and the kinds and take them to Casterly Rock and make them renounce any claim they have to the throne even if technically they don't have any."

"Renly might allow them to live but Stannis won't."

"Stannis won't aye, but Ned Stark will."

"You think he will support Stannis?"

"Aye, he told me as much. Ned Stark is too honorable, he would never let Stannis do the same thing Tywin did. Stannis might be stubborn and with a personality of a rock but he would still heed Eddards advice, hopefully."

"I hope you are right. We will see what will happen once reach father."

"Aye we will, so I suggest we pick up the pace." With that Gerion made his horse go with a full gallop and soon Jaime followed as well.

Ned Stark was sitting in the great hall of Riverrun eating with his family and some other lords. The Starks were overjoyed to once more be together but no one more than Ned. His daughters were safe, his wife was safe. The only thing left now is to join Stannis and win this war. He was hoping to never need to fight another war after he came back from the Iron Islands but gods it seems to have other plans for him. He looked at his son and he could not be more proud of him, he has proven to be an able leader and a worthy successor. He listened as both Arya and Sansa told their versions of what happened, Sansa's version seemed scarier in comparison to Aryas, who pointed it out and called her sister a coward, seconds later the two started arguing. "Some things will never change." Ned thought. He was happy to see both Edmure and Bryden there with Cat and Robb, he knew that they were of great help to them, especially Bryden. As the girls reached the part with the Brotherhood and Beric, Bryden asked why had not Eddard told them to come with.

"I did, but lord Beric made it clear that the Brotherhood won't fight for any lord or king, that they fight for the small folk not for ambitions of power-hungry nobles," said Ned.

"Shame, we could use some extra fighters," said Bryden as he took another seep of ale.

"If they chose to be bandits then so be it," said Edmure, Bryden immediately turning his head to look at his nephew and giving off a look that made Edmure flinch.

"So we support Stannis?" asked Robb.

"Aye he is the rightful king," said Eddard.

"Renly has more men," said Edmure.

"Renly might have the numbers but Stannis is an accomplished military commander while Renly is not and neither is Mace Tyrell." said the Blackfish, the mention of the lord of Highgardnen made some men in the room laugh. "The only real threat there is Rendal Tarly."

"Cat and I will go to Stannis, while there I will also go to Renly and try to reason with him. If we can avoid further bloodshed we should at least try." said Ned.

"And we will stay here and watch out for the Lannisters," replied Robb.

"What if Stannis decided to take Kings landing?" asked Edmure.

"We would need to take care of Tywin first and then do as the king commands, although the taking of the city would require a large fleet to accompany the land force," said Ned.

"If Stannis manages to take the city what will we do with the Lannisters?" asked Cat.

"The children will be given the chance to leave, I don't wish the blood of innocents on my hands even if they are Cersei's children," answered Ned. "But Joffrey will most likely have to captured."

"And what about the council and others?"

"Varys, Littlefinger, Pycelle they will be tried for treason and executed." Cat just nodded, when Ned first told her of Petyrs betrayal she was shocked, she refused to believe that her oldest friend would do such a thing bit, in the end, she had to come to terms with it. She did not know why he did it, but she speculated it was probably to get as close to the Lannisters as possible. Seeing the look Ned had in his eyes when he spoke about Pyter, there was no doubt in her mind that Ned would personally judge and execute him for his crime. If the capital was taken that would also mean that they would be able to retrieve Ice from the Lannister hands.

"What about the Veil, can we count on them?" asked Robb.

"I don't know, Lysa I doubt it but the other lords and knights might be swayed to join us." said the Blackfish.

Later Ned stood on the castle ramparts looking at the Red fork river when Catelyn approached him.

"I still can't believe that you are here, I almost thought that I lost you, all three of you," said Cat, her voice shaky.

Ned turned to his wife. "Well, you didn't and neither did they," said Ned as he pointed at Arya and Sansa who were standing in the courtyard talking with Robb, happy smiles on their faces. "During the whole ordeal, I just wanted to get them here, as far away from danger as I possibly could."

"You did and as soon as this war is over we will be able to get back home," said Cat. Ned just nodded, he knew that this was just the start of the war and that it will take time for it to resolve itself. Starks, Baratheons, Lannisters, Tullys, Tyrells everyone was fighting, only ones missing were the Dornish and the knights of the Vale. Cat told her that the chances of her sister joining the war were small, that she was too afraid for her child, then again some lords might be swayed to join them. Ned continued to look around the courtyard watching his children laughing, which brought a smile on his face. Then he turned his gaze towards one of the two boys that came with them, Gendry was looking over some weapons with ser Bryden and several others, his expertise as a smith has come in handy here since they arrived.

Cat caught Ned looking at the boy "The boy, who is he, Ned?"

"His name is Gendry, he was a smith in Kings landing in servos to Tobho Mott. He joined the night's watch recruits that we went with." Ned paused for a moment "He is also Roberts son." Cat turned her gaze to Ned.

"Bastard?"

"Aye, but a real son of King Robert." Catelyn wasn't sure what to think. She hated the bastard her husband had, every time she saw him or thought about him she remembered that her husband Ned Stark was unfaithful to her. Up to a point she understood, they were at war, every day could have been his last and looking for comfort by woman's side she could understand but he just had to bring him back with them, to treat him like he was a real son. And here again, he brought another one, yes he wasn't his but still. Everyone knew about Robert apatites so the fact that he fathered a bastard did not surprise her, what did was the fact that Ned brought him here.

"Why bring him here?" asked Cat.

Ned sighed "He is Roberts son, I could not protect the father but I can at least watch over the son." Ned could feel his wives gaze on him. "Besides that boy saved my life, he and the other one. They carried me through the woods." Cat thought about it, the boy might be a bastard but if what her husband says is true then he is a good man. Now that she looked at him better, he really did look like Robert. The other boy, Hot Pie was given a job in the kitchen and it seems that he fit right in. Last night she ate a really good apple pie which how the servant tells it was made by the boy and it seems that both Sansa and Arya got along with the two boys.

After a long ride, Jaime and Gerion finally arrived at the main Lannister encampment. As they rode to the entrance several guards stopped them and asked who they were. Before Gerion could say anything Jaime beat him to it.

"I'm ser Jaime Lannister, I'm here to see my father." The man looked at Jaime, immediately noticing the unkempt beard and long hair. To him, the blond man did not look like a son of a lord, let alone the son of the warden of the west.

"Yeah right and I'm Olenna Tyrell." said the guard. Gerion saw that Jaime was annoyed by the man's lack of respect. Before Jaime could get of him horse and do something that the guard would regret Gerion stepped forward.

"Don't you see whose armor I'm wearing, I'm Gerion Lannister, brother to your liege lord, this is his son so let us pass of I will have you flogged," said Gerion loudly. The guard now in fear of the potential punishment let the two men pass. As they passed Gerion smirked.

"Sometimes you really sound like father," said Jaime with a smirk on his face.

"Don't tell him that or he will never let me hear the end of it," replied Gerion. The two Lannister continued riding through the camp until they reached the officer's tent, typical chatter coming from the inside. There they dismounted, handed their horses over to some servants, and entered the tent. Once they entered all men stopped talking and looked at the two Lannisters. Tywins attention immediately turning from Kevan to them.

"Father," said Jaime as he looked at Tywin.

"Son," said Tywin as he rose up from his seat. For a few moments, the two starred at each other in disbelief. Jaime was glad to be free and back with his family and Tywin was glad that he had his son and heir back. Tywin looked at Jaime from top to bottom, not noticing any wounds on him.

"You haven't been injured?"

"No, I haven't. All thanks to uncle Gerion." Tywin turned his gaze from Jaime to his brother.

"Well, I took a lot of work and almost getting killed twice but I got him out of there," said Gerion, his voice being with pride as he said those words.

"You actually did it, he actually did it." Said Kevan still comprehending the sight in front of him. "How?"

"Well, it wasn't easy but compared to my first suicide mission this was a walk in the park."

"How did you manage to get him out of the Stark camp?" asked Tywin, he tried to keep his usual composure but happiness and relief could easily be heard in his voice.

"I first snuck in the camp disguised as one of their own and then..."

"He got captured by the Boltons and agreed to find and bring back Ned Stark in exchange for my life," said Jaime.

Gerion turned his head and glared at his nephew "You seriously won't let me have this." Gerion said annoyed.

"No," Jaime said with a smile.

"You traded Ned Stark for Jaime?" asked Kevan.

"Yes."

"But didn't you say you release him from Kings landing?"

"Aye I did, but they were attacked soon after I left. Most of their retinue died but they managed to escape."

"Who attacked them?" asked Tywin.

"Your daughter did. It seems that she could not let the humiliation go and decided to sent assassins after them." Tywin thought about it, he was still angry at his brother for letting Ned Stark go but at least that proved to be a good opportunity to use for getting his son back. He was also glad for the incompetence of his daughter and the men she sent. With Ned Stark leading the North the war will be harder but he will beat the Silent wolf as he did all his enemies. The important thing now was that his son had been returned to him.

The next few hours Jaime and Gerion spent eating and telling what happened to them. Soon after that everyone went to rest for the night and Jaime was especially eager to sleep in a normal bed. Before Gerion could exit Tywin looked at him.

"Not you." Gerion looked at his brother. "Sit here," Tywin said as he motioned towards the seat to his right. Gerion walked to it and took the sit and Tywin poured them both some Dornish red.

"You are going to chastise me about letting the Starks go, if that's the case then I will just leave," said Gerion.

"As much as I would like to, I know better than that and It seems that your stupid blonder did give us something good after all." Gerion looked at his brother confused "It would have been better to have made the exchange on our terms but I'm glad it happened anyway. I honestly did not think you would succeed and I was wrong to doubt you. "

Gerion looked at his brother speechless for a moment, just starring at him. "Wait, is that an apology? An apology from the great Tywin Lannister." Gerion said with a large smile on his face.

"I'm not wrong often and I'm not afraid to admit it. And I wish to thank you for bringing my son safely to me."

"An apology and a thank you, who are you, and what have you done with my brother?" smile still on Gerions face.

"I suggest you take it, I doubt I will ever repeat myself."

"I'm going to mark this day, the day when my older brother finally admitted he was wrong, he was wrong to doubt me."

"Mark it, because it won't ever happen again," Tywin said with a smirk.

"So what are you going to do next?"

"Soon I will ride for Harenhall, I wish to bring this war with the northerners to a close as fast as possible but the boy is good and now with his father by his side, things will get even harder. But I will win just as always have."Gerion looked at his brother, determent, and confidant as ever. "And you, will you stay here?"

Gerion sighed "No, I must return home, there is someone waiting for me there."

"Joy," said Tywin. The very thought of his daughter growing up without a father and a mother brought sadness to Gerions hart. He and Joy lost her mother and she has spent all her life thinking she lost her father as well.

"Aye, it's been years since I left her with Genna, I doubt she will even know who I'm."

"She will know."

"What?"

"Your daughter knows who you are. She might not remember you but she knows how you look like. I showed her the paintings of you we have back home."

"You did?" asked Gerion, saying that he was surprised by what his brother did for him would be an understatement.

"You might be the most annoying brother the man can ask for but you are still my brother, still a Lannister and so is she. She might not have the name but she has the blood."

"Tywin, I don't know what to say." Gerion was almost out of words, this was something he would have never expected from his brother.

"Say nothing to me, thank Genna. Our sister would have thrown me out of my own keep if I as much as looked at the girl the wrong way."

Gerion lined back into his chair and crossed his arms "The great lion is scared of his sister." a large smile on his face.

Later as Gerion was being escorted to his new tent he came across the tent Jaime was staying in. He told the soldier to stop and wait for him while he talked with his nephew. Gerion entered the tent finding Jaime looking at his reflection in a mirror.

"Don't worry you are still handsome," Gerion said, Jaime immediately turning his attention from the mirror towards his uncle.

"That I know," Jaime said with a smirk "I'm just trying to decide if to cut my hair short or not and if to leave the beard."

"Don't ask me, I had the same look you have now while I was stuck in Valyria but I did not change my original look once I got back to civilization. Why change perfection?" Gerion said and both men laughed slightly.

"I think I will cut the hair but leave the beard, at least for now. So what did father say, did he give a lecture about giving away the Starks?"

"Surprisingly no, he actually thanked me and apologized."

Jaime look at his uncle stunned "Father actually apologized to you?"

"Aye, he did. I saw taken back by it too."

Jaime chuckled "Tywin Lannister actually admitted he was wrong, who would have guessed. How long are you going to stay here with us?"

"I don't know honestly. I wish to set off for the Rock as fast as I can but I also want to spend some time with my family here. Tywin, Kevan, you."

"I never thought I would see the day when you and father would gladly be in the same place and you not trying to piss him off in some way."

Gerion laughed "The night is still young Jaime, who knows what will happen." a mischievous smile on his face.

"Please don't do anything stupid, I wish him to stay in this good mod at least for a short while."

"Me, do something stupid, I'm offended by the thought nephew, do you even know me?" Gerion said in an exaggerated tone and Jaime laughed. "Don't worry I won't do anything, I want Tywin to remain like this although I know the chances of that are small."

"Want some wine uncle?"

"I never say no to that." Jaime poured them both a cup of wine and handed one to Gerion. "What do you intend to do after this?"

"I'm a kingsguard, my duty is to protect the king."

"Yeah, but which king?" Jaime stayed silent, not answering his uncle "Don't tell me you are going back to her and that little shit."

"I have to, they are my family."

"They might be but are they a good family?"

"A Lannister is a Lannister father always says and that is true for them, Cersei, Joffrey, Tommen, Marcella."

Gerion sighed "I know that anything I say would fall to deaf ears but do me a favor and be a man you were supposed to be not the man she wants you to be." The look Gerion gave Jaime as he said it was almost pleading.

"I will uncle, I will," Jaime said sincerely. Gerion looked into his eyes and saw that he was telling the truth. He was glad that there was still hope for his nephew, that he did not give up on himself.

"Be careful, don't do something that may get you killed."

"Me, never," Jaime said as he smirked. Gerion put one hand on his nephew's shoulder.

"You are too much like me and not enough like your father."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"I don't know." The two started laughing "One more thing nephew, when you get back to the capital watch over Littlefinger, I don't trust him and I think he had something to do with the cause of this war."

"Baelish?"

"Aye, Catelyn Stark told me something interesting back in Riverrun. She said that the dagger used by the assassin who tried to kill her son belonged to Tyrion who won it from Littlefinger."

"Why would Tyrion send an assassin to kill the Stark boy?"

"He wouldn't, we both know that but it seems Littlefinger would like them to think he did."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I intend to send a messenger to the capital to worn your brother and I have already told Tywin."

"What did father think about it?"

"He is not sure either but he intends to find out."

"And Ned Stark told me that Littlefinger originally helped him with the coup but then in the last minute betrayed him."

"Thank you uncle, I will watch him, you can be sure of that." Gerion took the last seep of his wine and gave the glass back to Jaime.

"Good, now if you would excuse me I have a soft bed to get to, all that time sleeping on the ground did quite the work on my back. We will talk more in the morning."

"Alright uncle, good night then."

"Good night to you too nephew."

The next few days Gerion spent with his brothers and nephew, Kevan and Jaime more then Tywin but he did nevertheless. Jaime and he talked about Tyrion and the time they spent here, he and Kevan talked about the old days when they were younger and about their family. Kevan even told him what Joy had been up to while he was gone. The little girl was smart, joyful, and generally fun being around. She spent most of her time with Genna and her children.

"She is so polite and kind-hearted, sometimes I wonder if she is truly your daughter." japed Kevan.

"She is mine there is no doubt about that." smiled Gerion.

"Genna took good care of her, treated her like she was her own daughter."

Gerion smiled at the thought of his sister, she was always the one who knew how to keep them all together. Whenever he and Tywin fought or one of his brothers said something he shouldn't she was always there to make it right, to teach us a lesson. "I'm going to need to thank her once I get back to Casterly Rock, she has done me a huge favor."

"You are going to need more than thank her little brother." Kevan paused for a moment "You sure you won't stay here with us we could use you."

Gerion took a sip of wine from the glass before answering "As much as I would wish it I cant, Joy needs me."

"Well, once there you would have to take orders from our sister, with us gone she is the lady of the Rock now."

"So nothing changed then."

"No." both men started laughing.

Few more days past and Jaime was ready to go back to the capital while Gerion continued to Casterly rock. Both Tywin and Kevan decided to escort them and say their goodbyes.

"Remember what I said brother and you too nephew," said Gerion which both men responded by nodding. "Well, its been good to see you all but the road awaits," said Gerion with a smile and rode off towards the Westerlands. Weeks passed before Gerion family reached his family home of the Rock. Casterly Rock was a welcome sight to see after all these years, The Rock looked even more imposing then he remembered. As he rode through the gate he was met by a detachment of Lannister's household guard.

"Who goes there?" asked one of the men.

"Gerion Lannister." The man stayed silent for a moment before another spoke.

"Gerion Lannister is dead."

"Do I look dead to you."

"Leave while you can."

"Don't believe me, get my sister or ser Benedict they will tell you who I am." The guard looked at him and then nodded to the man beside him who went to fetch the master at arms. Several moments later the guard arrived with the knight.

"What the hell is going on here?" shouted Benedict

"Sir, this man claims to be Gerion Lannister."

"He what?" Benedict turned his gaze from the guards towards the man on the horse. His eyes went wide with shock as he realized who the man was. "Lord Gerion?" asked the knight surprise clear in his voice.

"Its good to see you too Benedict," Gerion said with a smile.

"You died. How?"

"Not dead, just trapped. It's a long story which I would be glad to tell you in full detail later, for now, there is a little lady that needs my attention."

"Of course my lord. What are you men standing here for, Let the lord pass!" The knight stared in awe at the lord as he passed next to him. Once he dismounted and handed his horse over to a stable boy Gerion made his way through the Rock towards the family wing. Once there as he walked along the long hallway he came across a blond boy, no older then maybe twelve or thirteenth.

The boy looked at the man, who seemed somewhat familiar to him. "Who are you?" asked the boy.

"I'm Gerion Lannister and you must be Walder."

"Aye how do… wait… uncle Gerion." the boy was stunned. Then a female voice was heard yelling the boy's name. As she walked towards them Genna could see a man standing next to her son, his back turned towards her. He wore Lannister armor and had blue hair, "One of their cousins sent by Tywin probably," she thought. As he came closer she noticed the look on her sons face. As she was about to ask for the man's name he turned and she froze.

"Its good to see you again dear sister," said Gerion with a soft smile on his face.

For a long moment, she just stared at the man in pure disbelief. "How was this possible?" she wondered. Her brother died sailing for old Valyria and yet now he was here in front of her, alive and well. "Is it really you?" she asked with tears in her eyes.

"Do you know anyone else who looks like me."

She could not hold herself back anymore so she embraced her brother, tears of joy flowed told her cheeks while she did so. "It really is you."

"Yeah."

"How, what happened?" her voice shaky as he spoke.

"It's a long story that spans eight measurable years but its finally over."

"I thought I lost you."

"If it was that easy to get rid of me Tywin would have done it by now." They broke off the hug, Genna wiping her tears off with her sleeve.

"You haven't changed."

"No, I have not," Gerion said smugly.

Genna then turned her attention back to her son "Walder, meet you uncle Gerion."

"We already met," said Gerion while looking at the boy. "He takes after you more than his father."

"Thank gods for that," said Genna as she chuckled.

"How have things been here without me?"

"Far less interesting that's for sure, although the kids had me occupied. Now only Walder and Joy remain here with me." Then she remembered, "Oh my god, Joy."

"How is my daughter?"

"She is well, I took good care of her."

"Tywin and Kevan have told me as much."

"You spoke to them?"

"Aye, I was the one who rescued Jaime. Hasn't anyone send a raven?"

"Kevan did, he told about Jaime but not about you."

"It seems our brother wanted this to stay a surprise."

"We can talk later, you probably wish to see Joy more than to talk with me. Come on her room is this way." Gerion followed his sister and nephew until they reached a room with a large golden door. He knew these doors, this was his old room. As Genna opened the door, the three walked inside. There in the center of the room, Gerion saw her, a little blond girl playing with some toys.

"Joy there is someone here who wants to see you," said Genna. The little girl turned and looked at her aunt. She got up and walked to them. Joy first looked at her aunt and then towards Gerion.

"You look like my daddy," said Joy with a smile. Gerions eyes filled with tears, he ould not hold himself back any more he lifted his daughter up and hugged her and kiss her forehead.

"It's me, princess, daddy is here."

"Daddy." the girl shouted and hugged her father.

AN: This is the last chapter of The Lion and the wolf, I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I really wish to thank everyone for their support. As I said before this was only supposed to be a one-shot but I'm glad it turned into a much longer story. From now on I will be focusing on another story called the Wolf and the Rose. It's about Jon and Margaery so if you wish you can go and read that and tell me what you think.