Jaime Lannister

Once again, the repetitive words plagued his mind, projecting a flash of pain in his eyes at the familiar comments whispered behind his back.

Slowly, he sat up in bed, his gaze lost through the open window. The sound of the wind roared in conjunction with the gentle swing of the lamps suspended from the ceiling.

He reflected on the futility of so many luxuries as his life slipped into misery.

Jaime buried his face in his pillows, desperately seeking some peace. The sweet scent of honey that permeated the sheets enveloped him, comforting and intoxicating at the same time, but it could not extinguish the tumult of thoughts that kept him restless.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice that someone had entered his room. Soft, firm but precise footsteps could be heard, making him excited at this.

His heart pounded, racing, as he fumbled to carefully adjust his armor.