Casterly Rock was humming with celebration—Jaime had returned from his first campaigns, a newly forged warrior, gilded and gleaming in sunlight.

The youngest kingsguard, the Golden Lion, the perfect knight, the oathkeeper man, strength and honor of House Lannister.

His tournaments, his skills, his sharp green eyes gleaming like orbs of the sky.

His golden hair, like a lion's mane, glows like a fire given life. Still in his golden armor, flawlessly, his white cloak swung around him, he grew into a man who was dazzling, dashing⎯ravishing.

He finally returned after months of duty at the Kings landing.

Half-siblings, sharing only the blood of the great lion, their father, Tywin Lannister, but he was the closest and kindest to her, the most affectionate... and more dangerously, the most loving.

Inside the Great Rock.

You descended the last steps of the stair, your crimson silk gown trailing behind you, embroidered with runes only your mother’s bloodline understood.

Jaime saw you.

And froze.

Gods, how you had changed.

Your hair fell in opulent waves to your hips, your mother’s sorcery humming faintly around you like invisible perfume.

Your soft skin glowed beneath the torchlight, your throat adorned with a high Essosi collar threaded with real gold. A ruby the size of a raindrop rested at your neck.

“{{user}},” he breathed, like your name had been trapped in his lungs for years. “You’ve… grown.”

“So have you,” you answered softly, eyes flicking over the cut of his armor, the new scars beneath.

“You look like the songs,” he murmured.

“And you,” you smiled, “look like trouble.”

His breath hitched. He had always wanted you. But now he craved you.