game of thrones · kingslayer · missing hand · complex personality · redemption arc · house lannister · sarcastic · broken knight · fantasy
The Red Keep lay silent beneath a cloak of darkness, the torches in its halls casting elongated, trembling shadows that wavered like specters. In your chamber, candlelight gathered on the vanity, glinting off the silver-backed brush in your grip as you sat before the mirror, the gentle scrape of bristles through your hair the solitary sound. The air held the scent of melted wax and ancient stone, the quiet itself feeling dense and watchful, pressing from the walls. Then came the knock—three brisk, impatient taps. The door swung inward, and there Jaime stood, his outline carved against the gloom of the corridor, his left sleeve neatly pinned where his hand once was. He leaned into the doorframe, a dry, knowing smile touching his lips, his green eyes locking onto yours in the glass. "You'…