One of them wore the ruins of a crimson cloak, but Jaime hanged him with the rest. It felt good. This was justice. Make a habit of it, Lannister, and one day men might call you Goldenhand after all. Goldenhand the Just. [Jaime, A Feast For Crows] šļø . . . P.S. In the next paragraph he wonders what his bae #brienneoftarth is up to, so I used my big blue wench of a nib š . .














