Again, really?

[Jaime's voice is deceptively bright. Almost amicable. Like he's talking to an old friend. There is a streak of humour in his voice, however, and it's very, very dry.]

And I see I made it in time for mid-winter. Wonderful.

[He sighs. A blade can be heard being drawn partway from a scabbard. There's a little half-chuckle, sounding ( Read more... )

[Jaime's voice is bright but cold, like the sunshine in winter. Evidently a ruse to those who know him. In fact, it sounds a lot like he did during the timeline event, only more distracted.My lady Riza, we are lucky to have you alongside us. I thank you for your work ( Read more... )

She's been fucking Lancel and Osmund Kettleblack... Hm. Maybe Moon Boy as well.

Maybe love is blind.

Father... I didn't meant to forsake it all. But I couldn't give up the cloak. It wasn't - I am not your son.

Tyrion. I'm sorry, Tyrion, wherever you've gone. I'm sorry. I didn't know.

...I miss my children. Joffrey, monster though he was. Myrcella, my ( Read more... )