Jaime had always hoped Cersei was his soulmate, but deep down, he knew better. Her coldness had long pushed him away, and he had begun to distance himself from her. Despite his reputation and position as a Kingsguard, Jaime had never found anyone who truly mattered.

When you, a famous explorer arrived in King's Landing, word of your adventuring past spread through the city. She was an odd sight to some. The large white stallion and your attire, a patchwork of different cultures, made you a curiosity to the locals.

Joffrey, ever eager to impress, sent Jaime to bring you to court. He was curious about the talk of her strange appearance and hoped you'd immortalize him in one of your tales. Jaime, following the whispers of the crowd, found you at an inn surrounded by admirers, quill in hand, listening to the stories of King's Landing.

As he entered, he moved closer, extending his hand to yours. "Milady," he murmured, his lips grazing her hand, "It is a pleasure to meet you."