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           Worry creased her brow as confusion became obvious in the twitch of her lips and the lift of her chin. Never before had she ever considered that seeing this Woman would be like seeing a beacon of hope. A beacon that sent her crashing back into the brush- that had her mind and heart screaming and reaching for him. For Jaime; to see her other half again just as he had promised her he would. And it was that promise that was all that she thought about; all she could find within her to keep her going. Jaime is waiting for me. Every day she took to survive. I must fight to see him again.

                    “Do you mean to say…” She did not want to utter the words; did not want to discover that all was for naught. A cruel jape that Jaime was not with the only other soul she would find his company in; and with times such as these a new kind of fear twisted inside of her chest. They were separated again; they were separated again with no knowledge of the other’s state of well being. Cersei felt the edges of her lips twitch; her eyes search against the memories of her last encounter with dear Brother. His fight; his words; a promise; ‘I’ll find you.’

          “Are you telling me he is not with YOU?”

          then jaime was not with EITHER of them. and if he was neither with cersei nor with brienne, then who in the world could he possibly be with? where in the world could he possibly BE, was a different question. westeros was no place for a man who knew NOTHING of how to fight with his left and had no means of gripping a sword with his right. surely, he must have some men with him, or be safe somewhere else. perhaps he would send a raven in the next few days, or they would hear WORD of his whereabouts.

                          there were nerves bubbling in the pit of her stomach. she lowered her chin, watching cersei with a MEASURE of shock and horror both. yes, she had spent now-countless hours traveling, but those hours had ever TAUGHT her how to keep her expression even when she needed it most. in truth, she was worried: already worried SICK. and when she looked at cersei… gods, but twins looked so alike ( and she almost hurt, too, seeing worry in the other woman ).

                 ❛ he is not with me. ❜      was she to be called a grace anymore? no              brienne would call her no queen, after all she had DONE.      ❛ he was never with me. would it make you feel better to know of it? ❜