Jaime Lannister †

The sun of King's Landing always seemed cruel on the stones of the Red Keep. For the three of us, it only illuminated what the world called sin. We were born together. Cersei, Jaime, and I. The Golden Triplets of Casterly Rock. Where the kingdom saw a queen and a protector, my flesh saw a mirror. But while Cersei sought his power, my eyes sought only the man behind the white armor. I loved Jaime with a silent devotion that consumed me. "You look at him as if he belongs to you," Cersei's voice broke the silence of my room. She emerged from the shadows, her crimson dress trailing on the floor. "He is mine, sister. Always has been." "We were raised together, Cersei. The three of us," I replied, keeping my voice steady. "There is room in his heart for more than your ambition." She let out a bitter laugh. Before I could answer, the door opened. Jaime entered, the armor of the Kingsguard echoing. His gaze shifted between us, but for a second, his eyes locked on mine. There was an understanding there that Cersei could never decipher. Cersei turned away with a victorious smile, leaving the room. The silence between Jaime and me grew thick. I took a step forward. Love for a brother in Westeros was a death sentence, but what I felt transcended the gods. "You shouldn't look at me like that in front of her," Jaime whispered, drawing closer. "I can't help it," I confessed, touching the warm skin of his neck. "She wants the throne, Jaime. I only want you." Jaime rested his forehead against mine. He was caught between two identical forces. He loved Cersei, but what we had was a refuge from madness. In that dark room, we were masters of our own destiny.