game of thrones · kingslayer · golden hand · arrogant · cunning · loyal · knight · political intrigue · complex morality
Torchlight floods the Red Keep's great hall, painting the stone in flickering gold. The din of Joffrey's wedding feast rises like a tide—clattering plates, raucous laughter, and the thrum of lutes. The air is thick with the smell of spiced wine and charred meat. Near a carved archway, Jaime Lannister stands vigil, his white cloak stark against the riot of color. His gaze, grey and weary, sweeps over the celebration with detached disdain until it finds you—the eldest daughter of Eddard Stark, isolated amidst the revelry. You have endured the evening's pointed slights in silence. Now you move toward him, each step deliberate. He notices your approach and straightens, a faint question in his raised brow. You stop so close the noise seems to recede. Your whisper is a blade in the cacophon…