He did not doubt the Dragonlord's ability to make good on his threat after what had happened below. Memories of another king setting people on fire flashed in his mind uninvited. Jaime had long known that dying by flames was a gruesome, ugly way to go. Jon Stark had walked into an enemy camp surrounded by tens of thousands of men fearlessly; he had no reason to be afraid of a pile of rocks and a few giant crossbows. Jaime had no idea what the Northern Dragonlord wanted with him. Did he finally find out that it was he who pushed Bran? At the thought, his heart started racing madly. He never truly thought he would get away with all he had done. Now, it seemed that the hour of reckoning had come.