Game of Thrones Imagines

You shivered at the bitter cold surrounding you. As you looked out at the army of tents and the bustle of people preparing for the war to come, you thought about everything that's happened since you left King's Landing. You were reunited with your sister who up until that point you had never met, after all she was just a baby when your father was murdered by your husband; she welcomed you with open arms and for that you will forever be grateful. You gave birth to your beautiful baby boy, Rhaego, in Meereen, you learned how to properly fight, you sailed with Dany to Dragonstone, before finally arriving at Winterfell. At times, your mind wandered to Jaime and how he was doing. You looked down and saw your son playing with Grey Worm; Rhaego loved playing with him. "Are you warm enough, (Y/N)?" You looked over and saw Tyrion. You smiled at him. "For the most part. That wind is the worst part." "Walk with me?" You smiled and wrapped your arm through his. "These past few years are the happiest I've ever seen you." He commented. "Well, when you're not locked away in the Red Keep with your sister and your father one tends to be happier." He chuckled. "I couldn't agree more. And..." You looked down at him. "Please don't." You said softly. A silence fell between the two of you. "How is he?" Tyrion looked at you. "He's alive and still kicking. He still has that gold hand but he's learned to fight with his left. He asked about you, you know." You stopped and looked at him. "He did?" "Yes. He asked if you were alive, how you were doing, if you were being treated well." Your heart lurched. "Why is he suddenly caring now?" Tyrion gave you a sad smile. "I think that he didn't truly recognize and appreciate how incredible of a woman you are until you were gone, (Y/N)." You chuckled. "This is why you're my favorite brother." "Well, I'm honored." You both chuckled. "Come, we must warm you up, you're freezing." "I need to get Rhaego-" "I'm sure he's fine. You know Grey Worm would never let anything happen to him." You thought about it for a second before giving in and walking inside.
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As Jaime entered the gates of Winterfell, his mind wandered to the last time he was here. He had traveled here with King Robert to ask Ned Stark to be his Hand; he traveled here with his family but most importantly- you. He had been beating himself up ever since he discovered you escaped with his brother and Varys. He had been such an asshole to you; you were only trying to make the best of your situation but he only made it worse. It wasn't until you left that he realized how important you were; you were different than all of the other women he'd met. You were kind, intelligent, beautiful, fierce, and he let you slip through his fingers. When he got off his horse, he took his hood off and looked around. A small smile formed on his face but he froze at the figure before him; it was Bran sitting in his wheelchair, staring at him from across the courtyard. Jaime took a step forward before something ran into him; he looked down to see it was a little boy. "Careful now." He said as he helped the boy up. "I'm sorry, sir. I wasn't paying attention." Jaime noticed the child had blonde hair and eyes the same shade as yours. "That's alright, little man. What are you doing running around out in the cold anyways?" He smiled. "I was just playing." Jaime looked around hoping to see bran but he was gone. "What's your name?" The boy smiled. "I'm Rhaego and I'm 4 years old." He said while holding up 4 fingers. Jaime stiffened a little at the name- it couldn't be. "Where is your mother?" "She's inside. Do you want to meet her?" "I would like that very much." The boy grabbed his hand and Jaime noticed that he didn't flinch as he held it. The boy led him into the keep and through the halls until he got to the library. He noticed that there were two figures before the fire and his heart stopped when he realized who they were- his brother Tyrion and you. "Mommy!" The boy yelled. You turned with a smile but stopped when you saw Jaime. You had to be hallucinating; it wasn't possible that Jaime was standing there with your son- his son. "I met this nice man outside and he said he wanted to meet you." You stood up and he quickly ran into your arms. "You're absolutely freezing, Rhaego. I told you not to stay outside too long or you'll get sick." You scolded as you wrapped him up in a blanket and tried to warm him up. "You worry too much, mommy." You smiled. "Only because I love you." Jaime watched in awe as you interacted with your son. You looked at Tyrion who nodded. "Why don't you go with your Uncle Tyrion and see if you can sneak a snack from the kitchen." The boy giggled before running off. Tyrion stopped in front of Jaime. "It's good to see you again, brother. Don't do anything stupid." He walked out and it was just the two of you left. You both took each other in, noting how much the other has changed over the past 4 years. "I'm sorry." Jaime said softly. You took in a shaky breath and stiffened your spine. "I'm sorry for how I treated you all those years we were married. You didn't deserve to be treated that way and I-" "Jaime." His heart skipped at the sound of your voice. "(Y/N), I really am sorry." You quickly wiped a tear away. "I believe you." Jaime walked towards you but stopped a few feet away. You craved his touch just as he craved yours. "Is he mine?" You nodded. "When?" You rested your hand on the top of the chair beside you. "I found out I was pregnant the night I left. I gave birth to him in Meereen." Jaime took a step forward and when you didn't retreat, he stepped closer. He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. "I don't know how it's possible, but you've become more beautiful." Your heart skipped. You grabbed his hand and leaned into his touch. "I've missed you." He said softly. "And I will spend the rest of my life making it up to both you and our son." You felt the tears run down your cheek but you didn't wipe them away. You grabbed his right hand and took of his glove. You stared as the light reflected off of the gold. "I missed you too." You whispered. He gently grabbed and raised your chin. You looked into his eyes and for once everything felt right. His lips connected with yours and you felt sparks. You gripped the front of his shirt and deepened the kiss. When you pulled back, he wiped some of the tears away. The doors to the library crashed open and your son came running into the library, followed by Tyrion and Dany. Rhaego latched onto your legs and Jaime wrapped his arms around your waist so you wouldn't fall over. "Rhaego, I want you to meet your father." The boy looked at Jaime and smiled. "You have the same hair as me." Jaime kneeled down so he was at the same level. "I do. And you have your mother's beautiful eyes." The boy giggled. You saw Daenerys' face and quickly ushered Rhaego to his lessons. You looked over and saw Tyrion was trying and failing to hide his laughter. "We meet in the dining hall. Now." Daenerys said before turning and walking away, Tyrion with her. "After this, you and I have a lot of catching up to do." You said. Jaime smirked. "Hmm, that we do my beautiful wife." He kissed you again. "That we do."