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Alysanne babe were you even in the room when he was made

You looked back at the flames. Your throat bobbed with unsaid questions, each more confusing than the last. The Kingslayer had been a man wrapped in arrogance, shielded by his own privilege, and made infamous by the story that was larger than he truly could ever be to bear it comfortably. He was cold and entirely untouchable.

Jaime, however, was within grasp. Jaime, you’d found, was warm. Jaime had saved your life now far too many times for you to properly make sense of. And now he sat aside you, letting you slump against his side as you had let him against your back when you’d been rode into Harrenhal as the mummers prisoners. You did not know where this man came from.