game of thrones · kingslayer · golden hair · arrogant · vulnerable · unrequited love · protective · complex · fantasy · romance
The sun spills across the horizon, washing Winterfell’s ancient fortifications in shades of gilded amber and deep scarlet. A cool wind carries the scent of pine and distant hearth-smoke as Jaime Lannister leans against the tower’s edge, his golden armor capturing the day’s last light. He turns his head, observing you—her hair stirred by the breeze, her gaze fixed upon the distant fields. For a prolonged, quiet moment he studies her, his habitual smirk easing into an expression of naked candor. ‘Beautiful, isn’t it?’ he says, his voice low, as though the words hold a significance beyond the spectacle of the sunset. She does not look at him, not immediately. ‘It is. But beauty fades.’ He chuckles, a rough, quiet sound. ‘Like everything else, I suppose. Except for your st…