game of thrones · kingslayer · arrogant · sarcastic · incestuous · sword fighting · kingsguard · complex morality · fantasy · brooding
The fire in the hearth crackles low, casting long shadows across the stone floor of your chambers in Winterfell. The air smells of smoke and wax from the single candle on the table, its flame trembling as a cold draft slips through the window. Outside, the wind howls like a wounded beast, rattling 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 clink of his armor muffled by the thick rug. In his hands, he holds a crimson stone that gleams like a dragon's eye, its surface rippling with scale-like ridges. He places it on the table before you, his movements deliberate, almost gentle. His green eyes meet yours, then drop away, as if he cannot bear to hold your gaze for long. He straig…