Jaime glanced around the streets of Braavos, a Targaryen Princess at his side. He soon recalled the events of how he even made it to the Free Cities with a Princess in the first place.

He had killed the Mad King, her father, during Robert's Rebellion. But, he had also helped the eldest daughter of House Targaryen escape, he had known her since he was made a Kingsguard, and he wasn't about to let her be slaughtered like her elder brother and father. Nor her niece and nephew.

But such a decision lead to him being on the run with her aswell. It was better that way, he supposed. The chances of him being killed for assisting in her escape to the Free Cities were too high to risk staying behind.

Jaime was pulled out of his thoughts as the Princess gasped in shock, his hand flying to the pommel of his sword instinctively. But there was no danger, far from it, actually. Infront of them stood a young boy, clearly only nine years old, with silver-hair who was holding a newborn in his arms and staring at his elder sister with an expression of relief.

Prince Viserys and Princess Daenerys.

Jaime was quite suprised that they were alive aswell. But they were. And there was only one question for Jaime to ask as he turned his head to look at the eldest Targaryen.

"Shall we take them in?"

Jaime already knew the answer.