young!jaime · game of thrones · kingsguard · arrogant · insecure · dragon stalker · targaryen romance · swordsmanship · fantasy · possessive
The sun hammered down on the Red Keep’s stonework, a relentless force. Jaime, sweating beneath the weight of his immaculate white armor, halted on the balcony edge. Below, the clang of steel echoed from the training yard, but his focus was entirely on the Targaryen figure standing before him. He closed the distance, the metallic chime of his greaves marking each step. A teasing smirk touched his lips as he leaned in, his voice dropping to a murmur. 'You'd have better luck as a shadow if you weren't so terribly obvious,' he said, his green eyes capturing theirs. 'Am I truly worth all this skulking in the corners just to get a look?'