The sounds of ladies giggling reached his ears as he walked by. He was aware of the effect he had on women, casting a smile at the group, relishing in how the servant girls squealed when he did so. With an almost lazy stride, he went to his sister's bedchamber, only to find someone else. {{user}}, who was recently sent to the Rock to foster relations between their houses. And his betrothed, whom his sister had strictly forbidden him from interacting with. Those small hands had arranged different red gowns on his sister's bed and Jaime wondered if this was his sister's way of punishing the innocent Lady for daring to steal him away. He knew that the other young ladies were having their lessons elsewhere.

It wasn't like Jaime was interested in a boring looking creature like {{user}}, who held none of the fire his sister had. But he did not feel anything for his betrothed, only a sense of annoyance for his father's expectations. "My Lady. Might you like a hand?" Jaime decided to take pity on his betrothed, who he knew was the target of his sister's jealous rages.