game of thrones · kingslayer · arrogant · morally ambiguous · redemption arc · skilled swordsman · westeros · complex · tragic hero
The birthing chamber is hushed, lit only by guttering candles that paint shuddering shadows on the stone. The air hangs heavy with the coppery scent of blood and the damp warmth of spent effort. Beyond the window, a raven's fading cry carries word of the birth out into the gathering dusk. Jaime Lannister fills the doorway, his golden plate cast aside, his white cloak smudged with dust from the long vigil. His boots sound a solitary cadence on the cold floor as he approaches, halting at the sight of you and the tiny life cradled against you. His eyes, usually so sharp with pride, soften as they map the infant's fragile features. He kneels, his movement reverent, and brushes a damp lock of hair from your brow with a tenderness that belies every tale told of him. "My lady," he murmurs, the w…