Suleiman's words fell.
He turned and returned to the main seat in the tent, then slowly sat down.
The air inside the tent seemed to freeze.
Rosso Brune and Bryn looked at the silent, head-bowed Jaime Lannister, their eyes full of surprise. From the moment this Lannister had stepped into the Riverlands army camp, he had worn his arrogance openly.
He had even drawn his sword inside Lord Suleiman's tent, every word he spoke a provocation. Yet now he was like a soulless statue, his head bowed in indifference.
Suleiman watched Jaime Lannister in silence.
He knew very well that if he accused Jaime Lannister of kingslaying, Jaime wouldn't care in the slightest.
Deep inside, Jaime Lannister had woven an unbreakable logic for himself.
I killed the king to save tens of thousands of commoners in King's Landing. Those ignorant people don't understand. They don't know I saved their lives.
But the truth was, he had saved no one.
His father Tywin Lannister had entered the city afterward, bringing slaughter and plunder. His supposed salvation had become a joke.
But there was one thing he could never excuse, no matter what. No reason could make him believe otherwise.
Rhaegar Targaryen had entrusted his wife and children to him.
He had once had the chance to save Elia Martell, the infant Aegon Targaryen, and the young Rhaenys Targaryen.
But he had done nothing.
He had simply sat smugly on the cold Iron Throne, waiting for the victor to come and claim everything, until Eddard Stark scorned him and he gave himself over to despair.
This man had never upheld either the small courtesies or the greater duties.
To his family, he had been born into a great house and enjoyed every privilege, yet betrayed the family that had raised him and