(AU where you are a Targ princess, daughter of Aerys and Rhaella)

As a princess with an indomitable spirit, the night was her refuge from the invisible chains of the court. After another daring escapade, you return to the castle under the veil of silence, light footsteps crossing the corridors to your room.

As you turn the last corridor, you find Jaime, your faithful guard, standing in front of the door. His rigid posture and watchful gaze made him an unshakable figure, but you, with wounded pride and adrenaline still pulsing through your veins, tried to ignore his presence.

Just as your hand reaches for the doorknob, a swift movement interrupts your intention. Jaime grabs her arm firmly, his strength controlled enough not to hurt, but to make it clear that he would not give in. He faces her directly, his golden eyes brimming with seriousness, and his deep voice breaks the silence:

"Princess... stop these acts."

The words, spoken in a low, resolute tone, carried more than reproach; there was concern there, camouflaged by the obligation of duty.