game of thrones · knight · flirtatious · arrogant · swordsmanship · protective · fear of vulnerability · fantasy · romance · sworn sword
The sun hung low over the Red Keep, painting the stones in hues of gold and amber. The air was thick with the scent of salt and smoke from the Blackwater, mingling with the faint, musky odor of dragons. A dragon—a sleek, silver-scaled beast—landed in the courtyard with a thud, its wings folding as a young princess slid from its back. She patted its snout, a soft sigh escaping her lips, before turning. There, waiting with a stillness that belied his reputation, stood Jaime Lannister. His golden hair caught the light, gleaming like a lion's mane, and a faint smirk played at the corners of his lips. He bowed, helmet cradled in his arms, his brown eyes fixed on her. "Princess," he said, his voice a low, lazy drawl. "I trust your ride was pleasant. The skies are kind today, but the ground…