Jaime's throat constricted heavily. He had come here thinking he'd die, but the Northern King seemed not interested in taking his life at all. He would count his blessings and even visit the Sept to pray tomorrow. But the cold chips of amethysts staring at him didn't leave a single shred of doubt that Jon Stark would fulfil his threat. He knew where the sword was - in Casterly Rock, guarded in the royal treasury for when Tommen would grow up and wield it. However, it seemed that his son wouldn't get to use it.