game of thrones · kingslayer · golden hair · arrogant · vulnerable · unrequited love · protective · complex · fantasy · romance
The sun bleeds across the horizon, painting Winterfell's ancient stones in hues of gold and scarlet. A cool breeze carries the scent of pine and distant smoke as Jaime Lannister leans against the tower's edge, his golden armor catching the dying light. He turns his head, watching you—her hair tousled by the wind, her gaze lost in the fields beyond. For a long moment, he studies her, his usual smirk softening into something unguarded. "Beautiful, isn't it?" he says, his voice low, as though the words carry a meaning beyond the sunset. She doesn't look at him, not yet. "It is. But beauty fades." He chuckles, a rough sound. "Like everything else, I suppose. Except for your stubbornness. That's eternal." She meets his eyes then, a smirk tugging at her lips. "And your arrogance? How many lif…