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Jayrion ran into the encampment, squealing happily as he saw a familiar mess of red hair.

"Tormund!" The little boy exclaimed, as he ran into the big man's arms.

"What are ya doing ere little Snow?" Tormund asked, as he saw (Y/n) and Tyrion make their way over to where he and Jayrion stood.

"Mother, me and Uncle Tyrion are coming to stay with you. Mother is angry at Uncle Jon, and there is a strange man with him." The little boy informed him. The Wildlings brows furrowing in confusion at the little boy's comment.

"We'll explain later." Tyrion reassured, as Tormund picked Jayrion up into the air and carried the giggling child further into the camp.

"At least Jayrion is happy about all this." Tyrion said with a chuckle, as he gripped (Y/n)'s hand a little tighter as they followed after the big red head.

"Yes. I swear that that boy is more Free Folk than the Free Folk. I am sure that if he could, he would already have a beard bigger than Tormund's." (Y/n) replied, chuckling herself. A sound that instantly gladdened Tyrion's heart.

Tyrion hated (Y/n) being unhappy. He and Jon had tried for so long to bring a smile back to (Y/n)'s beautiful face. To put back the joy in her heart. Yet all that hard work had seemed to vanish as soon as his brother had shown his face. Tyrion had to admit that he was overjoyed to see Jaime alive and well. It was nice to know that he wasn't alone in the world. That other than Jayrion, he wasn't the only Lannister to survive. But to see the instant regression of (Y/n)'s attitude, had angered the little lion more than he thought possible.

"We have somewhere that all of ya can stay fa as long as ya like." Tormund said, as he placed Jayrion on the floor, and he ran off to find the other children.

"We have one tent fa (Y/n) and Jayrion, and Tyrion ya can stay with me." Tormund continued. Tyrion looking between (Y/n) and the Wildling.

"I........I was hoping that (Y/n) and I could stay together." Tyrion replied almost hesitantly. The little lion staring up into (Y/n)'s eyes.

"Tormund. Could Tyrion and I just have a moment alone. Please." (Y/n) asked the Wildling. Tormund nodding before turning to leave. The big man getting the idea that Tyrion would indeed be spending the time with him.

"Tyrion. Please sit." (Y/n) began as she patted the place next to her on the simple bench next to the mass of tents.

"You know how much I care for you, but this isn't the right time. Not with.......well its just not the right time. When he's gone. When everything is back too normal. Then.......then I promise. But until then, I need to make sure that Jayrion is with me. I don't want Jaime Lannister anywhere near him. Jayrion is my son, not his. He's a Snow, not a Lannister. I would rather he has a bastard name than be known as the child of the Kingslayer. Though maybe, soon, I will be proud to call him the son of Tyrion Lannister." (Y/n) continued, as she held Tyrion's hands tightly.

Even though Tyrion wanted to be with (Y/n) in every way. Even though he hated the idea of having to wait even longer to have the woman he wanted so much. This had been the first time that (Y/n) had ever indicated that she wanted to marry him. That she wanted the three of them to be a real family. And even though he would rather that he was able to stay with (Y/n), at least staying with Tormund meant that he could remain close enough so that he could watch over both her and her son.

"Of course, (Y/n). I understand. As long as you and Jayrion are happy, then I'm happy." Tyrion reluctantly reassured, as the two rose and made their way to find Tormund.

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"Do you think that she will speak to me?" Jaime asked, as he and Jon made their way to the encampment. The Free Folk watching as the visitor looked around, trying to get a glimpse of (Y/n)'s jet black locks.

"Maybe. If she doesn't try to kill you first." Jon replied, knowing how much stronger his sister had got since Jaime had last seen her.

Out of the two siblings, (Y/n) had always been the stronger, the tougher, the more resilient. Yet since the birth of Jayrion, she had become greater than Jon could ever have imagined. She had truly become a protective she wolf. The fiercest of dragons. And despite Jaime's abandonment. Despite everything she had been though, Jon knew that his sister was a force to be reckoned with.

"She probably could." Jaime chuckled sadly. Knowing that he deserved anything, and everything that (Y/n) could send his way. And that he in fact, certainly wasn't the man, or the warrior that he used to be.

"Tormund!" Jon called out, as he and Jaime made their way to the centre of the encampment. The big man turning to see the two. His smile faltering as he saw Jaime. Now knowing full well why (Y/n) and Jayrion had come to find refuge with his people.

"No." Tormund simply said, as he took a seat and began to sharpen his sword.

"No, what?" Jon replied, unaware of why Tormund's attitude had changed so quickly.

"(Y/n) doesn't want ta see ya. And I can't imagine that she wants ta see him either." Tormund continued, doing his best to ignore both men.

"Tormund. We just need to see her. We just need to speak with her." Jon told his friend. Jaime not hearing a single word either man said, as his eyes fell on a giggling blonde haired boy that was running around with the other children.

"Hello." Jaime said, as Jayrion nearly ran into him. The little boy's deep green eyes staring up into those of the golden lion.

"Hello." The little boy replied, as Jaime crouched before him.

"My name is Jaime. What's yours?" Jaime asked, holding out his hand for his son to take.

"Jayrion. Jayrion Snow." Jayrion introduced. Jaime a little shocked that despite them being married, (Y/n) hadn't given their son his name.

"You and Uncle Jon made mother cry. Did you hurt her?" Jayrion innocently asked as he looked his father's hand. Jaime not sure what to say in reply.

"JAYRION!" A voice cried out. Tormund, Jon, Jaime and Jayrion all turning to see an irate (Y/n), who was making her way over to them.

"Jayrion. Please go with the other children and stay with them until I come to get you." (Y/n) continued, as calmly as she could. All the time glaring at Jaime as she pushed her son away from him.

"How dare you speak to him. If you have said one thing to my son that I don't like, I swear to the gods that this time you won't return from the dead." (Y/n) hissed disdainfully before walking away. Glowering at Jon as she passed.

"(Y/n) wait. Please. We need to talk." Jaime called out, as he ran after her. Jon stopping Tormund from getting up and following, knowing that whether it was a good idea or not, Jaime needed to explain.

"Leave me alone. If you don't stay away from my son and me. You will regret it." (Y/n) growled, as she turned to face the lion that had followed her into her tent.

"He's my son too (Y/n). Shouldn't he be allowed to get to know me? Shouldn't I be allowed to get to know him? He doesn't even bare my name. I would do any..........."

"Jayrion already has a father in your brother, he doesn't need to know you. And you gave up your right to give him your name or get to know him a long time ago. Though when I marry Tyrion, I intend to call him Lannister for his sake." (Y/n) informed him. Turning from the golden lion and busying herself. Not knowing whether she wanted to kill him or kiss him.

"You......you wish to marry Tyrion? But you are my wife." Jaime asked, as he carefully came up behind (Y/n) and placed his hand on her shoulder. (Y/n) feeling her anger and resolve slowly disappear as Jaime hesitantly got closer.

"Yes. I wish to marry Tyrion. And I was never your wife, Jaime. There was only ever one woman you loved. And it wasn't me. So why don't you go back to her. Go back to her corpse. I am sure that you will still love it more than you will ever love me." (Y/n) replied, fighting back the tears as Jaime placed his chest against her back. The touch of his body. The feel of his pounding heart, sending a familiar yet long forgotten feeling ripple down her spine.

"If you want me to leave, I will leave and never come back. If you truthfully think that you can be happy with Tyrion, then I will not deny either of you your happiness. Just believe me when I say that I am sorry for everything I did. I am sorry for hurting you. For leaving you and our son. I just want to make up for everything I did. To prove to you that I can be the man that you deserve. That I do truly love you. But if you don't believe me. If you indeed no longer love me. Then tell me to leave." Jaime told her, as he cautiously placed his arm around her waist and his head on her shoulder.

(Y/n) knew that the only word that she should say was, leave. That she should turn around and slap Jaime for presuming that he could get so close. That she should hate him more than she had ever hated him before. But as the two stood there, Jaime holding her tight. His breath fanning across her skin as his smell filled her senses, (Y/n) knew that she couldn't. That she couldn't lose him again. That despite how much she wanted to deny it. That despite the guilt that it was instilling in her, she knew that that was the one thing that she couldn't say.

"Jaime......I hate you.......but I can't. I......." (Y/n) moaned as Jaime softly kissed her neck and whispered softly in her ear.

"I want you, (Y/n). I need you. I love you." Jaime's voice quivering and body shaking as he heard (Y/n) moan softly.