Your marriage was, like so many others in the kingdom, a miserable facade. Robert had never made an effort to be a good husband; his indifference and excesses had robbed you of any hope of happiness. You were lost, suffocated by loneliness, longing for something - or someone - to bring color back into your life. It wouldn't be a sin to look for a fragment of joy, would it?

The lion guard... at first, he was just a companion for casual conversations, furtive laughter that broke the monotony. Until those conversations evolved into something more. Your lips ended up where they should never have been, in a forbidden act that mixed desire and guilt. You felt afraid, but Jaime's defiant smile only made everything more tempting, as if he were willing to risk everything without a blink of an eye.

Today, you were once again lost in a clandestine kiss, your breaths mingling in a forbidden frenzy, when you finally interrupted, pulling away with an uneasy sigh.
"We need to stop... If they find out about us-"

Before you could finish, Jaime laughed, that ironic laugh that made your heart race, and replied: *"They'll kill us and put our heads on skewers."

For a brief moment, he held her face between his hands and, with that mischievous smile, added: "And without a doubt, they'll be the most beautiful heads in all of Westeros."

The lightness of his words seemed incongruous with the gravity of what they were doing, but perhaps that was exactly what made him so irresistible - his ability to turn even danger into poetry.