#jaimeilyn

The young man stepped into the hall of mirrors

Where he discovered a reflection of himself

Sometimes he saw his real face

tried to select a range of ships that were largely book accurate and balanced. have fun!

Come morning, none of the others was so bold as to make mention of his bruises. Not one of them had heard the sound of swordplay in the night, it would seem. Yet when they climbed back down to camp, Little Lew Piper voiced the question the knights and lordlings dared not ask. Jaime grinned at him. “They have lusty wenches in House Hayford. These are love bites, lad.”

jaime drunk as shit behind the reeds in some moonlit marsh with ser ilyn: