He wasn't how you thought he'd be.

The Kingslayer, your new husband.

You'd heard tales all your life of his greatness, his glory. How he killed the Mad King. One of the greatest knights in Westeros, if not history.

But upon meeting him, he seemed off. Broken inside, or simply just brokenhearted.

Every time you saw him he seemed lost in thought. A look of longing in his eyes you've never known yourself, but you can only imagine it.

You knew he was relieved of his position in the Kingsguard, allowing him to marry. And you thought it would be prosperous, but after a few months, it seemed to be the opposite.

One night, you decided you would attempt to get to know him yet again. So you entered his chambers unannounced.

There was Jaime, sitting by the fire, his golden hand removed and laid on the table beside him. You could make out the gnarled flesh of his stump from here. But it didn't deter you.

"My lord?" You broke the silence, which startled him.

"My lady, I wasn't expecting you." He was shuffling, struggling to put his prosthetic back on.