“And you keep pouring,” the blonde countered, resting back. His grin faded, the corners of his lips turning down slightly as Bronn twisted his words. Their conversations never disappointed, but gods be damned if the sellsword ever managed more than three sentences without purposely annoying him.
Though, truthfully, Jaime rather enjoyed their banter.
After several seconds of not coming up with a witty return, Jaime decidedly agreed, “I liked my brother more once too.”
“Of course. Should I pour water instead? Where’s the fun in that?” Bronn jokingly asked, a shit-eating grin on his face as he leaned his arms over the chair back, cup in hand as he looked at Jamie. “Once? I know he killed your dad but honestly he was a cunt to all of his kids.” Bronn reminded Jamie before he took a sip of his wine. “I’m surprised it took him this long to do it honestly. But other than that he’s a good man.”
“I said I’d had enough two glasses ago,” Jaime reminded him, shaking his head as he brought the refilled goblet back to his lips despite himself. There was little else to do but drink and talk now, though. It felt too early to sleep, “Whatever I might say, I hold you responsible. Not me, you.”
“Yet you keep drinking.” Bronn raised an eyebrow as Jaime meant to hold him responsible for what words came out of Jaime’s mouth and the sell sword shook his head. “Anything you say? Me? Do you want me responsible for whatever you might say? Doesn’t seem smart” He mused as he took another sip and sighed “This is why I liked your brother more.”
“They say your father wasn’t mad to begin with…” Jaime shrugged, watching the Targaryen carefully. He vaguely wondered if this was how everyone else felt whenever they were around him, always suspecting he was going to do something and unable to believe anything he said. Though at least he had a reason to be suspicious of Viserys. “It seems…a little odd that you want such a thing.”
While he knew Jaime was correct about his father he also knew the man had been older when his madness had seeped in and he came down from where he was standing to circle around Jaime, eying him carefully.
“Does it? I am married to your niece, we’re family in a way now. I want all the animosity between us, between the past to be gone. I’ve accepted my father’s role in my Sister and I’s run for our lives. Just as I’ve accepted the role Robert and Tywin played. That your father hadn’t wanted my brothers family murdered.”
Viserys stated as he came to face the older man. “Is it so hard to believe that I want to move away from the past? Don’t you want to be known as something other than Kingslayer?”
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