Chapter Text
The Show Must Go On.
Chapter 1 – Murder Most Foul.
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“Why don’t you stay once in a while?” Jaime asked, as his lover pulled up her panties and shrugged on her bra. She sat on the bed for a moment and looked at him, blue eyes sparkling, pale, straw blonde hair hanging in a mess down her shoulders, before leaning over to press her lips to his. He pulled her towards him, deepening the kiss, and a thrill going straight through him at the light moan that she tried to suppress.
“I have to go Jaime.” She said breathily. Jaime had no idea how anyone could not call her womanly. A scar across one side of her body, did not make anyone more or less feminine as far as Jaime was concerned. He wanted her to stay, but he knew she wouldn’t. Once she made up her mind to go, there was no stopping her. She was stubborn. Jaime knew almost next to nothing about Brienne really. He knew that she travelled a lot. But she always seemed to come back. He was always waiting too. She came back and forth to King’s Landing on a regular basis, so in the three years they’d been carrying on a relationship, or a strange fuck buddy system, as it were, he saw her quite regularly. But there were three months of the year, intermittingly, when he didn’t see her at all. He knew she’d received her scar, she hadn’t been born with it, but from what, why, or how it all happened, she never divulged. He knew that she could blush at the slightest provocation, but became a different woman in the bedroom. There, she knew what she wanted and when she wanted it. She was nothing like his cousin Cersei however. For that, Jaime was glad.
“Why do you always run off like a thief in the night?” Jaime asked Brienne as she slipped on the jeans and blue plaid tunic shirt, that she’d been wearing. She looked at a missing button with a slight frown, but shrugged as she merely left the top three buttons undone.
“I don’t run off like a thief in the night. I have work.” Brienne said softly, as she pulled her long hair into a messy bun. She didn’t even run her fingers through it, or attempt to tame it at all. Even tied up, strands stuck out at all angles, looking a mess, but Jaime loved how unpretentious it was. She didn’t care if she looked a mess. Jaime raised a brow.
“You never told me what job you do.” Jaime said. Brienne smiled at Jaime.
“No I didn’t.” She said. Then she reached over, cupped a hand around his cheek, and kissed him gently. “I probably won’t either.” Brienne said, almost sadly. Then she was gone. Jaime laid in his bed, trying to imagine Brienne’s life. He had always known almost every detail of Cersei’s life. They had practically grown up as siblings. Cersei had demanded Jaime’s attention when she wanted, and for him to disappear when she wanted him to. Cersei expected Jaime to take no lovers, but expected him to be alright with her marriage. Cersei expected his absolute loyalty, but had never given him the same in return. It had nearly destroyed him when he’d walked in to her house to find her sprawled across a rug, in front of a roaring fireplace, being fucked by their other cousin, Lancel. But he had somehow strung the pieces of his broken heart back together, and had built up his own life. Mostly it was about his work. He was a police detective. But sometimes, in fact, eerily, it would sometimes be at the perfect time, Brienne would show up at his door. They didn’t always fuck. But Jaime felt that Brienne held herself back from everyone around her. Their relationship had started out as a simple one night stand that had turned into a fuck buddy/friends with benefits relationship, and for some reason, Jaime had let himself get attached to her. He hoped that getting attached to Brienne wasn’t a terrible mistake. After all, you can’t choose who you love.
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“Jaime! We’ve got a floater in the Rush!” Addam called him. Jaime blinked as he looked up from his paperwork.
“That’s not unusual.” Jaime said. He knew it was sad. There was a time when he’d have leapt to his feet and run off to solve the murder as quickly as was humanly possible. Now... after several years on the police force, Jaime had become rather jaded.
“It’s been identified as Petyr Baelish.” Addam said. Now this caught Jaime’s attention.
“You mean the asshole Vice has been trying to catch for years, because he runs brothels?” Jaime asked.
“He doesn’t just run brothels Jaime. Well... he didn’t just run them. He owned almost every single one of them here in King’s Landing, and a few overseas too. They think he was into human trafficking, drug smuggling and a few other lucrative criminal activities, including credit card fraud.” Addam said. Jaime nodded and grabbed his coat.
“Okay, let’s go and find out what happened to this asshole, even though I know no one is going to give a shit.” Jaime said. Addam shrugged as they left the police station.
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Jaime and Addam got out of their squad car, heading over to the Rush, where a team from Crime Scene Investigation, was doing their job. They showed their badges to get past the cordon, as people crowded around, looking to catch a glimpse of the body.
“People are more fucking animal than human nowadays.” Jaime said to Addam. Addam nodded as he glanced at the crowd. He saw children there, and snorted derisively.
“What kind of parents let their kids come and gawk at a dead body? I’ve heard of morbid curiosity, but this takes the fucking piss.” Addam said. Jaime nodded his agreement. As they got closer, Jaime noted the body, still in the water. Dark hair, shortish, a little bloated from soaking in the river, at least overnight. Jaime and Addam went to the head of the team, Doctor Jon Connington.
“What have we got here, Doctor Connington?” Jaime asked.
“Well, we found identification on him, in his wallet. It makes me think this wasn’t a robbery at any rate. He’s still wearing a gold watch, gold rings and a gold chain around his neck. His suit is expensive and so are his shoes. But nothing was taken from his person as far as we know. We’ve identified the victim as Petyr Baelish. From what we can tell so far, I think it’s safe to say this was a dumpsite, not the site of the murder.” Connington said.
“Who found the body?” Addam asked.
“Three kids from the circus camp, found the body.” Connington said, vaguely gesturing in the direction, of where both detectives could see a large tent in the distance on the other side of the river. “They’re all pretty shaken up. Apart from that, we’ve got no idea where to start.” Connington stated. Jaime looked over the general view from where they were. The Blackwater Rush had a tendency to always be wild, even when there were no storms. So even though there had been no storms for over a week, it’s possible that Baelish could have been washed up to this point from anywhere in the Rush. He took another look at the circus tent he could see in the distance. He’d never thought about the circus there. He’d heard Myrcella and Tommen pleading enough times that they wanted to go and see it, but Jaime had never had to go anywhere near it. He’d never been interested in it either, until now.
“You said that’s the circus camp, right?” Jaime asked.
“Yeah. Don’t you know about it Jaime? That’s Olenna Tyrell’s Cabinet of Curiosities Circus and Funfair. They leave King’s Landing about four times a year. When the kids in the circus aren’t at school, Easter, Summer and Christmas and sometimes when the kids are off for half term, they go to Rosby to perform for a few nights. I’m surprised you don’t know about them. The three kids who found the body come from there, Connington just told you.” Addam said. Jaime shrugged.
“Never paid much attention to Circuses. I don’t have any kids after all.” Jaime replied. Although he knew that his cousin’s children might very well be his own. Jaime knew better than to bother voicing any such thought. To them, he was Uncle Jaime, and that was all he’d ever be.
“You know, we’re gonna need to go to all his ‘businesses’ and question his ‘employees’ right?” Addam said. Jaime sighed.
“I get the feeling this is going to be a long fucking day.” Jaime muttered irritably, as they watched the team, who were still taking pictures of the scene and looking for particulates.
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It was at the police station that Jaime got the biggest shock of his life. The three child witnesses, eight year old Shireen and Loreza and seven year old Rhaego, were all clearly frightened, and waiting for their parents to come for them. Jaime could see they were wearing their school uniforms. They had clearly been on their way to school this morning. Jaime crouched in front of the three children.
“Were you walking by yourselves to school?” Jaime asked them gently. Shireen shook her head vigorously.
“No sir. We were with the others, but Rhaego’s tie blew out of his hand, and we went to look for it, but we lost the others.” Shireen said softly. Her blue eyes were wide and frightened.
“It’s alright. I’m sure your parents will be here soon.” Jaime said, trying to offer them some comfort.
“We’ve only got mums. Apart from Loreza. She’s got a dad.” Rhaego said. He then grabbed hold of Shireen’s and Loreza’s arms, looking slightly terrified of the sound of his own voice.
“Shireen!” Jaime recognised the voice. He knew as he stood up and turned around, Shireen flying past him, that he was going to see Brienne when he turned.
“Mum! I’m sorry mum! We didn’t mean to get lost! We didn’t! Then we saw Mister Baelish in the water and it was horrible!” Shireen exclaimed between sobs. Jaime saw two other women come in behind Brienne.
“Mum!” Rhaego yelled, running over to the silver haired female.
“Mama!” Loreza called out, running to the tanned, dark haired female, beside the blonde. The women were soothing their children, before Brienne finally looked up and noticed him. Her eyes went wide for a few moments, before she schooled her features. She placed her daughter down on the ground and the child grabbed her hand tightly. Jaime took note of the scar on the girl’s face. Jaime looked at the women and the children.
“We should have been told before our children were taken to a police station.” The silver haired woman said.
“We would have done if we could have found a phone number, Mrs?” Jaime questioned.
“Miss. Daenerys Targaryen.” The woman said coolly. The dark haired female stepped forward.
“I am Miss Ellaria Sand.” The woman introduced herself. From her accent, Jaime could tell she was Dornish. Brienne looked at Jaime.
“We’ve met, so you know my name.” Brienne said. The two other women looked at Brienne curiously, before looking back at Jaime.
“Well, Miss Targaryen, would you have rather the children stay at the crime scene?” Jaime asked. Daenerys frowned.
“They did the right thing to bring them here Dany. They couldn’t leave the kids there... with... Baelish.” Brienne said to her gently. Daenerys seemed to calm, as she hugged her son to her side. The boy looked at Jaime with wide eyes. Ellaria said very little, just stroked her daughter’s hair, soothing her.
“I’m sorry about all of this. But we do need to talk to Shireen, Loreza and Rhaego about what they saw.” Jaime said. Brienne looked at Jaime, made eye contact, blue on green, then nodded. Daenerys seemed to be looking for Brienne’s opinion, before she too nodded. Ellaria nodded as well.
“I understand how it works.” Brienne said. She crouched down in front of Shireen. “Sweetie, listen to me, the detective is going to ask you about what happened today. I know that you’re scared, but you’re not in any trouble. I want you to tell the truth okay? Even if you think it’s something that will upset me, you don’t have to worry, just tell the truth, and then we can go home.” Brienne told her gently. Shireen nodded her understanding. Daenerys appeared to be saying the same thing to her son, as Ellaria spoke to her daughter. Jaime saw Addam come over with Pia Harrenhal, the social worker who normally sat in on interviews involving children. She was nice enough, bubbly and friendly, and in a relationship with a rookie cop they all nicknamed Peck, although his name was actually Josamyn Peckledon. But another man was with them. Jaime recognised him as Mance Rayder. He was another social worker, and Jaime wondered what he was doing there.
“Brienne? Daenerys? Ellaria? How are you all?” Mance greeted them as though he knew them very well. Jaime narrowed his eyes at the interaction.
“We’re fine, thank you Mance.” Brienne replied. Shireen looked up at Mance and smiled.
“Hello Mister Rayder.” Shireen said.
“Hello Shireen. I heard you, Loreza and Rhaego had an adventure today.” Mance said. Shireen shook her head, looking perfectly serious.
“No. Adventures are fun.” Shireen replied honestly. Addam came to stand next to Jaime.
“He’s been a social worker liaison for the circus people for years. He knows them all really well, so Pia brought him along. He would have been called at any rate.” Addam said. Jaime and Addam led the group into the room they used to interview children. It was painted white, but had drawings and paintings hanging on the walls. There were chairs, a small table, and bean bags for the children to sit on. There was even a crate of toys in the corner. Jaime watched as Shireen, Loreza and Rhaego grabbed bean bags, Shireen’s was blue, Loreza’s was orange and Rhaego’s was red, and set them in front of the table and sat down. Brienne, Daenerys and Ellaria pulled up chairs behind their children. Pia sat at one end of the table and Mance sat at the other, while Jaime and Addam sat across from the children and their mothers. There was a tape recorder on the table, and the room had a security camera. But the children seemed unfazed by this. Jaime looked at the children.
“Okay Shireen, Loreza, Rhaego, I want you all to know before we start that there is a camera in here, and this.” Jaime patted the tape recorder in the middle of the table. “Is a tape recorder. I’m going to ask you questions and this tape recorder will be on, so that we don’t forget what you said. Alright?” Jaime always tried to be kind to children. It wasn’t their faults that they saw things they really shouldn’t have. Loreza, Rhaego and Shireen all nodded, wide eyed. Jaime pressed the switch on the tape recorder, issued the names of those present in the room and the date of the interview before he looked at the children again. “Okay, Loreza, Shireen, Rhaego, I’d like you to tell me what happened from when you left the circus until you found... Mister Baelish...” Jaime said to them. Shireen looked at Jaime, big blue eyes wide and curious, then she started to speak.
“We left at eight like we do every day.” Shireen said. Rhaego nodded his agreement.
“Yeah, we always go to school with Sansa, Arya, Bran, Rickon and Joanna.” Rhaego said. Shireen nodded then.
“Yeah, and Lommy, Hot Pie, Jojen and Meera.” Shireen added.
“And my sisters, Sarella, Elia, Obella and Dorea.” Loreza added.
“Meera, Sarella and Sansa are the oldest, so they make sure that we all go to school.” Shireen added.
“But my tie blew out of my hand.” Rhaego said. Shireen nodded.
“Yeah, Rhaego’s tie blew out of his hand, and so we stopped.” Shireen said.
“We just wanted to go and get Rhaego’s tie. The teachers don’t like us at school and if they saw Rhaego without his tie, they would have told him to go home and he can’t go home by himself.” Loreza said.
“So after Rhaego’s tie blew out of his hand, what happened?” Jaime asked gently.
“Well... we...” Loreza looked up at her mother, then at Daenerys and Brienne. “It blew over the fences, near the river.” Loreza said. Shireen and Rhaego nodded.
“It really did.” Rhaego said.
“We’re not supposed to climb over the fences. Our mums say it’s dangerous because of the river.” Loreza added.
“But we just wanted to get Rhaego’s tie. We didn’t want to go in the river and we were just going to get the tie and catch up.” Shireen added as well. They all looked at their mothers sheepishly.
“So we climbed the fence and ran down, there’s a little hill there, and the tie was blowing down it.” Loreza said.
“So we chased it.” Rhaego said.
“When we got it, we were a lot closer to the river then we was supposed to be.” Shireen added.
“I picked up my tie, and Shireen helped me tie it.” Rhaego said. “I’m not very good with it.” He added, looking embarrassed.
“Then I saw something... floating in the water...” Loreza said, trailing off, looking pale.
“We thought... when we looked, we thought it was someone drowning.” Shireen added.
“So we got closer to see. We... we thought maybe we could help.” Loreza said.
“But... we saw... we thought it was a dummy. Like those ones you see in the shop windows.” Rhaego said.
“He was all pale and he didn’t move. He was... his face was still in the water.” Loreza said. Shireen nodded.
“I... I recognised the rings on his fingers. He... he tried to hurt my mum and Sansa... Mister Baelish did... and I was there... I remember what his rings and his watch look like.” Shireen said. Jaime’s eyes shot to Brienne, who didn’t meet Jaime’s gaze, just stroked her daughter’s hair. “So I knew it was him.” Shireen finished.
“We... we didn’t know what to do.” Rhaego said, tears started to fall down his face.
“We tried calling for the others, but they were gone. They must have gone ahead of us. They... we didn’t tell them we were going. We didn’t think we was gonna be so long.” Loreza said, tears in her own eyes.
“I... I saw the police car and I yelled and waved at it. I thought... if we called the police car, then the policeman would make it okay.” Shireen said. She was trembling.
“The policeman was nice. He said he was called officer Peckledon, but we could call him Peck.” Rhaego added.
“And he asked us what was wrong, so we told him what happened.” Loreza said.
“Then... we took him to... to Mister Baelish.” Shireen said.
“Then more police cars came, and... we were told we had to go to the police station.” Rhaego said. Daenerys glared at Jaime.
“Yeah, the policeman, officer Blount, he was mean, not like Peck at all.” Loreza said. Shireen nodded.
“Yeah, he said us circus freaks are just trouble.” Shireen added. Brienne’s blue eyes went dark with anger.
“Officer Blount should not have said that to you, that was rude and unkind.” Pia told the children gently. They seemed mollified by this, at least they didn’t look so sad. They looked back at Jaime.
“So Peck brought us to the police station and gave us drinks!” Rhaego said. Shireen and Loreza nodded.
“Yeah, we like Peck.” Loreza said. Shireen nodded.
“Yeah, he’s much nicer than officer Blount.” Shireen added. “Then we had to wait until now, when you brought us to this room and we had to tell you what happened, so that’s the end.” Shireen finished. Jaime nodded at the children.
“Do you all agree that this is what happened?” Jaime asked them. They all nodded vigorously. A chorus of ‘Yes Sir’ came from the three children. Jaime asked them a few little questions. Small things that they may not have thought important, but usually were. Finally he asked the one question he was dreading. “Do any of you know someone who might want to hurt Mister Baelish?” Jaime asked the children. He saw their mothers tense up.
“Nobody liked Mister Baelish.” Loreza said firmly.
“He was mean!” Rhaego exclaimed.
“He... he tried to hurt lots of people. My mum, and Sansa, and Ros, and Shae, and... lots of people.” Shireen said. Jaime nodded his understanding. He shut off the tape recorder and then looked at the three women and their children.
“Okay, we’ve got everything we need. But we may have to come and speak to you all again. Is that alright?” Jaime asked. He looked at the mothers, but it was the children who answered.
“That’s okay Detective Lannister.” Loreza said.
“Just don’t bring that mean officer Blount.” Rhaego said. Shireen nodded.
“Yeah. You’re nice. We like you.” Shireen said. Jaime couldn’t help a stab of pride at the idea that Brienne’s daughter liked him. Brienne allowed a soft smile to cross her face for a few seconds, then her features were blank again. As they group stood up and everyone made their way out of the room, towards the exit of the police station, Jaime allowed his hand to brush Brienne’s arm. She looked at him.
“I’d like to talk to you.” Jaime said softly, so as not to allow the others to hear. Brienne nodded.
“I know. You know where I live, feel free to come and find me.” Brienne said back, her voice soft too. Jaime watched at the group left the police station, wondering exactly what had been started by the murder of Petyr Baelish, and whether it was worth trying to catch his killer.
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Jaime frowned as he looked down at a pile of files that had been dumped on his desk by Addam.
“I thought these might be helpful. They’re sending me to talk to Baelish’ ‘employees’, so you get to deal with the circus.” Addam said. Jaime frowned.
“Aren’t we supposed to work in pairs?” Jaime asked. Addam snorted.
“Of course we are, but the chief wants us to figure this out as soon as possible. Otherwise people are going to start panicking. You know, a prominent businessman who isn’t your father, was murdered and dumped in the Rush. It’s already becoming tabloid fodder, and Chief Selmy wants it all cleared up as soon as, whether your father is the doer or not.” Addam said. Jaime snorted.
“Well if he was, I wouldn’t defend him. You know that much.” Jaime replied.
“Well, just in case, I’m doing the business associates, dragging Peck along to get him used to it all. That way no one can say you were prejudiced.” Addam said. Jaime nodded.
“I don’t think I’ll have a problem dealing with the circus.” Jaime said. Addam shrugged.
“You might. Those files are murders and assaults that have happened within their little community. There are plenty of unsolved murders and nasty crimes in there. Not only that, but Baelish owned the land where they pitch up while here in King’s Landing.” Addam told Jaime seriously. Jaime frowned.
“What do you mean?” Jaime asked.
There are rumours that he tried to recruit girls at the circus, for his brothels. There are rumours that anyone who tried to question him got hurt or killed. Some of those files go back to about twenty years ago. It’s possible that Baelish picked the wrong person to mess with and got killed. They look after their own there Jaime. None of them would grass up one of their own. They’ll cooperate with the police to a certain extent, but if they think you suspect one of their own for the crime, they’ll clam up. Honour amongst thieves, or the fact that they see themselves as a family, they won’t give any sort of information about their own.” Addam told Jaime seriously. Jaime nodded, taking a breath, before he picked up the file at the top to look at first. Addam walked off, dragging Peck with him. After Addam and Peck were gone, Jaime decided to look at the files later. He had a feeling he wasn’t going to like what he read at any rate. So he decided to go to the circus camp and talk to residents.
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“Look mate! We don’t know you and we don’t owe you anything!” A tall, black haired girl stated angrily. Her blue eyes flashed with anger, and Jaime was reminded of his cousin’s husband, Robert.
“It wouldn’t surprise me. That asshole has been running around sticking his cock in anything that moves since he knew what to do with it.” Jaime thought to himself. As soon as Jaime had gotten to the camp, he was summarily cut off by a group of men, young and old, and of course, this rather annoying girl.
“Your here to ask questions about that bastard Baelish. Personally, we’d give them a medal.” One young man said. His grey eyes flashed as he stared Jaime down.
“Besides, we don’t trust cops.” Another dark haired young man stated. He had an arrogant and rather lazy posture, a smirk on his face, as he leaned against a black pickup truck.
“Jaime?” Jaime was shocked beyond belief when he saw a familiar face slip through the group to stand in front of him.
“Tyrion?” Jaime questioned. “What are you doing here?” Jaime asked.
“He’s always been here. Most of you Lannisters are assholes.” The girl said angrily.
“Mya, my brother had nothing to do with all that.” Tyrion said gently to the girl. She shrugged and looked at the men gathered round.
“We can’t break up a family reunion. Come on.” Mya said. The men all shrugged and wandered off, back to whatever they had been doing before, most likely. Jaime found himself kneeling in the dirt, his arms around his little brother, and his brother’s arms around him too.
“I missed you so much Tyrion.” Jaime said.
“I’m sorry for not contacting you.” Tyrion replied. Jaime pulled back and looked at his brother carefully. Tyrion was no longer the little boy that Jaime needed to protect, but he had left home when he was sixteen and Jaime hadn’t seen him since. That was about fifteen years ago. “Why don’t we go and talk in my trailer brother?” Tyrion asked. Jaime nodded and Tyrion led Jaime towards where a good few trailers were parked up. Jaime had never seen such a variety of colours. He noticed a sapphire blue one across from Tyrion’s, which was painted a bright crimson and gold. “That’s Brienne’s trailer. She’s a daredevil. I don’t know how she does it. She’s always been kind to me and Joanna.” Tyrion said softly. Jaime registered the unfamiliar name and looked at his brother.
“Joanna?” Jaime asked.
“My daughter.” Tyrion replied. Jaime nodded, not sure how to react to the fact that he was a proper uncle, and hadn’t known. That was when Jaime saw Brienne walking towards her trailer. She stopped dead looking at Jaime and then at Tyrion. “It’s okay Brienne. He’s my older brother.” Tyrion said.
“We’ve met, although I didn’t know he was your brother.” Brienne said. Shireen came running up behind her.
“Hi Detective Lannister! Hi Tyrion!” Shireen said.
“Hello Shireen.” Tyrion replied to the girl fondly. Shireen grinned. Then she looked at Brienne.
“Mum, can I go and watch them set up for tonight? Nym’s going to practise her knife act with Obara on the wheel!” Shireen asked excitedly.
“Alright sweetheart. But be careful.” Brienne told her. Shireen went haring off. Brienne looked at Jaime and Tyrion. “I’ll... be in my trailer...” Brienne trailed off. Then she opened her trailer door and was gone within moments. Jaime looked at Tyrion.
“So, maybe we can have that conversation?” Jaime asked. Tyrion nodded and led Jaime inside. Jaime was surprised by how nice the trailer was. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but it was this. There were chairs, a small kitchenette, a bathroom that Jaime saw through another door.
“It’s weird isn’t it?” Tyrion questioned. Jaime blinked and looked at his brother.
“It is. I never expected to see you here. So close to us, but never in contact.” Jaime replied. Tyrion nodded.
“That was father’s doing. He came to see me, shortly after my wife died. Not to offer his sympathies of course, but to tell me that if I made contact with you, that he would disown you.” Tyrion replied. Jaime bristled at that.
“He disowned me anyway. I wouldn’t give up my job on the force. Besides, you should have known I don’t give a shit about the money. You’re my little brother.” Jaime said. Tyrion nodded.
“I know. That’s why I didn’t want to make you choose.” Tyrion said.
“You said... your wife died?” Jaime asked, having registered all of what Tyrion had said to him.
“Yes. She... she was killed after falling from a trapeze during a rehearsal. There wasn’t a safety net, but... but she’d never fallen...” Tyrion trailed off, his eyes full of sadness.
“How old was your daughter? When she died?” Jaime asked.
“Just a few months old. Joanna has been all I had for years. I want to protect her. Which is much easier to do now that Baelish is dead.” Tyrion said. Jaime started at that, looking at his little brother.
“Why does everyone here seem to hate Baelish so much?” Jaime asked.
“Because he was a monster Jaime.” Tyrion replied.