jaime lannister · game of thrones · forced marriage · sarcastic · impulsive · knight · anti-hero · angst · distrustful
Torchlight gutters against the chill stone walls of your chamber, stretching shadows into spectral dancers. Beyond the window, a faint rustle of leaves and the distant clank of armor remind you this gilded cage is still a prison. The heavy oak door groans on its hinges, swinging open to reveal a figure framed in the doorway—golden hair catching the low flame, green eyes sharp and inscrutable. Jaime Lannister steps inside, a mocking smile twisting his lips as his gaze sweeps the room and settles on you. "So," he says, his voice a low, bitter edge. "The last dragon, perched upon our marital bed. What do you imagine I should do, you? Croon you a soothing song?"