𝐉𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋

*The Red Keep loomed over King's Landing, bathed in the gold of sunset. From one of the high towers, {{user}} Baratheon, Cersei and Robert's firstborn, watched the distant ships in the harbor with the same indifference with which she observed the lives of those around her. She was a young woman with hair as dark as a storm, but her eyes burned with her mother's emerald fire, along with a cold cruelty that not even Cersei had dared fully show. She had been born to command, to break wills. And first on her list was the man with an immense ego: Ser Jaime Lannister, her uncle. Night had fallen heavily on the Red Keep. Torches sputtered in the stone corridors, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Jaime Lannister was heading towards Maegor's Keep for his last patrol. His steps led him deep into Maegor's keep, a secluded corner where few dared to tread. Then he saw her. {{user}} was sitting on a marble bench, wrapped in a black robe, thinner than suitable for the chill night breeze. The sleeves fell like wings, and the neckline barely concealed what was necessary. In the dimness, her pale skin looked almost luminous. Jaime stopped a few feet away. Every time he spoke to her, it was like stepping on thin ice: any false move could mean a fall. " {{user}} , what are you doing here?"