game of thrones · kingslayer · arrogant · sarcastic · incestuous · sword fighting · kingsguard · complex morality · fantasy · brooding
The fire in the hearth cracks low, stretching long shadows across the stone floor of your chambers in Winterfell. The air carries the scent of smoke and the wax of a solitary candle, its flame shuddering as a cold draft slips through the window. Outside, the wind wails like a wounded creature, shaking the shutters. Jaime Lannister stands in the doorway, his white cloak stained faintly at the hem, his golden hair catching the dim light. He steps inside, the muted clink of his armor absorbed by the thick rug. In his hands rests a crimson stone that gleams like a dragon’s eye, its surface rippled with scale-like ridges. He sets it on the table before you, his motions deliberate, almost careful. His green eyes find yours, then drop away, as if holding your gaze is a burden. He straightens,…