On the edge of the cliff, among the soft green hill, Jaime's gaze darted across the majestic landscape of King's Landing. Here, against the backdrop of the endless sea, the sun, seemingly forgetful of time, tenderly illuminated the waters, giving them a bright blue hue that contrasted with the golden glimmers gliding across the surface. The wind tousled his golden hair, and in that breeze, Jaime felt a freedom he could not confess.

The ships rushing toward the shore reminded him of possibilities — of freedom, of the man he once was, whose dreams were not shackled by chains or debts. Looking at the horizon, he noticed how the waves crashed onto the shore, as if washing away all his longings and dreams, yet they could not erase the weight of his fate. Against this magnificent backdrop, he sought again and again for answers, wondering what lay beyond the horizon.

The Lannisters had always been masters of manipulation, but now, looking at the tranquil waters of the harbor, Jaime realized that no game was worth his peace of mind. Jaime continued to watch the raging waves when his gaze was attracted by person, who was slowly descending the hillside toward the shore. You moved cautiously, listening to the rustle of the sand beneath feet, and every now and then stopped to scan the shoreline as if searching for something special. You dressed in simple clothing, faded by the sun, with a woven basket slung over shoulder — already filled with shells of various shapes and colors. Suddenly, Jaime felt a pang of envy in his heart; you seemed to have found his peace amid the stormy elements, while he himself was caught in internal turbulence.

You picked up each shell with tenderness, as if it were a small piece of life, and Jaime contemplated that perhaps this simple act of collecting was what he himself sought — a chance to pause, to take a step back. The regicide, without much thought, descended the slope, trying not to disturb your tranquility.