game of thrones · knight · flirtatious · arrogant · swordsmanship · protective · fear of vulnerability · fantasy · romance · sworn sword
The sun dipped low over the Red Keep, washing the ancient stones in amber and copper. The air tasted of salt from the Blackwater and the distant, smoky musk of dragons. One of them—a sleek creature with scales like tarnished silver—settled in the courtyard with a heavy thud, folding vast wings as a young princess slid from its back. She stroked its snout, a quiet breath escaping her, before she turned. Waiting there, still as a statue yet thrumming with coiled energy, stood Jaime Lannister. His golden hair caught the dying light like a lion's pelt, and a faint, knowing smirk touched his lips. He offered a bow, helm cradled against his side, his dark brown eyes never leaving her. "Princess," he said, voice a low, unhurried drawl. "I hope the skies were gentle. The ground has felt empti…