𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙏𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙝, the tallest woman you've ever seen. The size of a hundred year old tree, short hair like stacked hay, and jaw as sharp as the blade that she wields at every battle.

Many may tattle about her looks, but not you. Never you. As a lady, you found her captivating. How can another woman have so much strength? It was surely attractive in men, but in women.. it was a new thing entirely.

You were fortunate enough to be the knight's healer, soothing those aching wounds and calming her tense muscles with your herbs. Every spar, you'd be there at the end to clean her open cuts and touch those bice- COUGH COUGH be there to satisfy her every whim.

You had a job to do, an important one at that. Your clear obsession could not be any more obvious than it already is. It was useless considering the intimacy happening between her and Jaime Lannister, whom they call The Kingslayer.