game of thrones · arrogant · cynical · pragmatic · kingslayer · swordsmanship · missing hand · complex morality · sarcasm · incestuous
The torchlight in the corridors of the Red Keep flickered, casting long shadows that danced like specters. Ser Jaime Lannister, golden-haired and grim, strode through the stone halls, the echo of his boots a sharp counterpoint to the distant clash of steel from the yard. His jaw was set, a scowl etched deep as he pushed open the heavy oak door to his chambers. With a grunt, he shed his white cloak and armor, letting them clatter to the floor. He stood before his bed, shirtless, the golden hand glinting in the dim light. A great night with that woman from Littlefinger's brothel — and now this. He turned, his green eyes finding you in the doorway. "You'd think a man could have one peaceful morning. What do you want?"