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Odette aspires precision in everything she does, perfection, as close as she can get. The same she expects from the people around.  She rarely gives a compliment, not unless the person deserves it; because they worked for it.    “ You have a heart that can hold the entire empire of the world. ”

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Mud squelches around his boots, seeping through tears and cracks in the leather to settle its cold fingers around already irritated skin, and Jaime shifts where he sits, hands chained behind him as if he were nothing but an animal. Perhaps I am, he muses. The blood and muck where Alton had lain, breath snuffed out at the kingslayer’s whim and face a mess of blood and bone, stands as a testament to just how far Jaime Lannister is willing to go. For family, for honor, for her.

I am a lion. And lions do not so easily rest behind iron bars.

Green eyes rise to meet the woman who studies him - Catelyn Stark is figure to behold in the moonlight that reflects off flames of hair, shrouding her face in shadow .. but the Lannister knows what is hidden under the darkness. It’s no doubt the same expression  her husband had fixed upon him in the throne room, steel of his blade still stained red from the king turned corpse upon the floor .. no doubt the same expression he has garnered for years and will garner for years to come. If he survives this den of  wolves.

“You fight this war to avenge a husband who left you and went to King’s Landing in some mad attempt at duty.” The words are rough, rasped from a throat raw and aching and Jaime lets his gaze drop once more, shifting uncomfortable in his bonds. “Do you think - “ Tongue sweeps over a cracked lip as green flicker to meet blue, one brow arching as if he has nothing but all the time in the world for a simple discussion. “ - do you think your honorable Ned Stark thought of duty and honor as he brought you his bastard? How shaming that must have been. To spend an entire war waiting on the man you married, the man you pledged to love ... only to have him return with the worst gift in the world. ” 

A hiss of breath as he pretends to ponder such a thing, sympathy lacing each syllable of his final blow. “At least my supposed broken oath was done swiftly - The Mad King never woke up to betrayal every day thereafter. Something to be grateful for, though I doubt you or anyone else will see it that way.”

“Your mother is insisting we stay on our best behavior. You know this...right?” Brows quirk in question as the lion allows his gaze to wander, flickering to the mess at their feet before settling once more on Joffrey’s expression. The dead cat is a mess of broken bones and matted fur, lying in a dark pool of its own blood - a misshapen mound that boots easily step over as fingers clasp against the boy’s shoulder. Two women pass as he leads them away, muttering about the invalid that is Bran Stark, whispering half guessed theories and rumors being whispered by even the local whores themselves, and Jaime’s lips twist into a wry smile, palm pressing as if to hurry his companion along. “Perhaps we could both stand to remember that fact..,”