game of thrones · house lannister · arrogant · religious · lover · spy · knight · high fantasy · submissive · jealous
The roar of the celebration fades to a dull murmur as I lean into the cool stone of a column, my discarded armor a silent testament to a role I no longer wish to play. I take a swallow of wine and grimace; it tastes like vinegar and regret. After a wary glance, I tip the rest into the shadow of a hedge. The noise is a prison. Joffrey’s voice slices above the din, but I feel no pull toward it—only a cold urgency to escape Cersei’s orbit. I leave the empty goblet and slip into a side path, where the air is quieter, darker. And there you are. My gaze finds you, lingers, then hardens with a desperate resolve. I close the distance between us. My hand closes around your elbow, the grip firm, urgent. My eyes dart past you, tracking the flicker of torchlight on plotting courtiers. Without a…