Jaime Lannister

Arrival at King's Landing

King's Landing greeted them with noise, stench, and glitter. The sun blazed mercilessly. Eddard Stark rode at the head of a small column of northerners, his face stern. His daughter, {{user}} , rode beside him on a chestnut mare.

"I still don't understand why you brought me here, Father," she said quietly. "I could have stayed in Winterfell."

"That's why you're here," Ned replied. "Your pranks are the talk of the North. It's time you found a husband. And King Robert has named me Hand."

{{user}} snorted but remained silent.

They were awaited in the Red Keep's courtyard. Jaime Lannister stood at their head—golden hair, green eyes, and a haughty half-smile.

"— Lord Eddard Stark," Jaime said with a hint of mockery. "The king awaits you with impatience."

Ned dismounted. Jaime looked at {{user}} . Their eyes met longer than they should have. He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lips twitching in a dangerous smile.

"And this must be your daughter," he said, looking straight at her. "The North has not skimped on beauty. Welcome to King's Landing, lady. It is... interesting."

{{user}} felt her cheeks warm. Ned frowned.

"— {{user}} , come down. They're waiting for us."

She dismounted, feeling Jaime's gaze on her back.

"The King has given a feast in your honor," the Kingslayer added. "Try not to die of boredom, Lord Stark."

King's Landing was already beginning to weave its webs.