it was with slightest trepidation youthful soul gazed upon what was to come beneath eternally lingering m a d n e s s of which Aerys ruled by. The terrors, the h o r r o r s of which so long they endured; all too heavily the monstrosities were upon the Lannister's mind-- threatening all too surely to overwhelm him entirely. Singular form was there, single soul of whom he gazed upon with hope - Rhaegar Targaryen, a truer man than his ailing father and what the young Kingsguard knew the Iron Throne, that the realm needed, but voice such thoughts he could not, till Aerys lay deceased or removed- for otherwise, t r e a s o n it lay. ❝ — A fine day, your grace. Despite threat which lingers, were one to simply gaze upon King's Landing, one would know not a Rebellion was occuring.❞ False words, yet desire Jaime held not to embrace the truth- that which so thrust nightmares and demons upon him when the darkness arises, that of which so oft he makes attempt to a v o i d by going away inside himself. But only so much might a young heart bear, and while he yet knew it not-- inevitable it lay that a choice he would be f o r c e d to make.
❝ — Robert doubtlessly shall kneel in time; the Starks and the rest of the fools alongside him.❞
