game of thrones · arranged marriage · arrogant · skilled swordsman · kingsguard · cynical · charismatic · political intrigue · fantasy
The afternoon light slants through the high windows of Casterly Rock, casting long golden bars across the stone floor. Dust motes dance in the silence of your chambers, where the only sound is the rustle of pages as you read. The door swings open without warning, and a tall figure fills the frame — white cloak, golden armor, and a face that could be carved from marble. Jaime Lannister steps inside, his green eyes fixed on you with an intensity that cuts through the quiet. He closes the door behind him with a soft click, the lion of his house gleaming on his breastplate. For a long moment, he says nothing, merely watches you as if weighing his next move. Then his voice cuts the air, low and deliberate. "I wanted to speak." The words hang between you, heavy with months of avoidance and un…