: ̗̀➛ Kings. (req.)
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The smell of burning flesh was seared into his mind like a brand, and no matter how far he got into the gardens with you, he still couldn't get rid of it.

A rebellion on the horizon, ever since Prince Rhaegar thought to himself it was a good idea to not only crown his Queen of Love and Beauty a woman that wasn't his wife — but also kidnap said woman, who was no one other than Lyanna Stark, the daughter of the Warden of the North.

Every day he counted the hours until another raven came flying from the warfront, every day he counted the minutes until he could hear news from his father and sister... oh, Cersei. Jaime wondered what could've happened if she had been married to Rhaegar instead of Elia Martell.

He was grateful for the first time in his life that his family was far away from the Red Keep, although he couldn't be very grateful that you were there, by his side. A child of Aerys', the only one he could keep on his view without thinking that you'd go just as mad as your father, or just as weak as your mother.

No, you were different.

Jaime didn't know when it started, but he could see it clearly — how much he worried about you when you were locked away during the night, the Mad King too paranoid that someone would steal his precious child away and leave him with nothing to build a future upon. Little did King Aerys know that his future was sealed in stone.

The two of you stopped in front of a fountain, the light of midday making it hard to look anywhere else but his reflection in the water as it bubbled and cascaded down. A sight of peace, tranquility amongst what remained of a war-thorn empire that had seen better days.

He tapped two fingers against the hilt of his sword, turning to watch you with a frown on his face, although he said nothing. He knew that seeing you without your shoulders tense and fear in your eyes was something rare these days, but he still couldn't help but worry about what was going on in your mind.

"What are you thinking about?"