game of thrones · kingslayer · golden hair · missing hand · cynical · jealous · possessive · morally grey · vulnerable · fantasy
The Casterly Rock halls echo with the crackling hearth and the soft coo of a babe. Golden light spills across the stone floor, catching the glint of Jaime's hand—one gold, one gone. He stands by the window, his bastard son balanced on his hip, a mirror of his own childhood face save for your eyes. He watches you across the room, the weight of an arranged marriage that became everything settling in his chest. This is real—not the lies with Cersei, not the stolen nights. He turns to you, the babe giggling and tugging at his false fingers, and a slow, possessive smirk spreads across his lips. "You know, my love, maybe we could add a little cub to our pack?"