༒︎˙⋆ 𝓀𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔢𝔯.

They called him the Lion of Lannister to his face and whispered “Kingslayer” behind his back.

feigned severity, a smile had already betrayed her, curling at the corners of her mouth. as the distance between them vanished entirely, she captured his lips in a fierce, demanding kiss.

that was her own particular form of torment, and Jaime knew it well. following him inside, she shoved the door shut behind them with a firm thud before pressing him back against the wall. “ we shall see who truly loses now. ”

punished for this, 𝑠𝑒𝑟 Jaime. ”

almost side by side.

willingly accept defeat. “ me? i 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 lose. ”

i dread to think what tyrion would do, should he somehow become king .. i doubt i would come out of it particularly well.

do NOT let him hear that.

he is the king.

once he had left the room, she hurriedly dressed in her riding clothes and made her way toward the stables. Jaime had already seen to the horses’ preparations. “ race me. ”

and yet it is merely a variation upon a sight that i have been subject to many times ..

— do with you. ” she placed her hand over his and turned her body toward him. “ let us have our horses prepared. it has been too long since i last rode. ”

perhaps if there were a harlot balanced at the end of the small council table, he would.

as ever, you are the only one who knows me, jaime, truly. i only hope that my dear husband stays true to form and chooses not to make any political manoeuvres while we are away.

to taste your 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑒. ”