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⠀⠀⠀⠀𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖎 𝖉𝖔 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 ⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘀𝘁. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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𝙰 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚄 𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚕 𝙾𝚏 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚅𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙾𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝙰𝚗𝚢 𝙴𝚛𝚊 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎.
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in a cage. ” Jaime turns to look at her directly, his expression unreadable. “ Your mother was well enough to outsmart my cousin and send me home with a woman who talked too much. Does that answer your question, little dove .ᐣ ”
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the bench, deliberately making himself comfortable while she remained perched and tense beside him. “ Your brother. ” A pause. ” The Young Wolf. He was alive when I saw him. Angry. Grieving. We didn't exchange pleasantries. He had me ───
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“ Your mother. ” He repeated the words as if tasting them. “ Yes, she released me. A decision I suspect she came to regret, though perhaps not as much as I did at the time. ” He pushed off from the pillar and moved to sit on ───
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His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly at the mention of her mother. The release that had cost him his hand, his sword hand, the very thing that had defined him. He flexed his golden fingers, a habit he had developed. ───
The faintest smile curved Sansa Stark’s lips, as delicate as the petals trembling around them. She did not sit when he gestured. Instead, she remained standing, her hands clasped lightly before her as though she were still the obedient girl who had first come south >>
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Jaime leans against a pillar, maintaining the distance between them. His eyes, Cersei's eyes, the same green, study her face for any crack in the mask of courtesy.
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toward a stone bench. “ Ask. I find I am in a generous mood today, and the Starks have provided the realm with so much entertainment, the least I can do is offer a answer or two in return. ” ───
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He stepped closer, close enough to note the tension in her shoulders she thought she was hiding. “ You wish to breathe freely, and yet you corner a Lannister among the roses. Curious. ” He gestured with his golden hand ───
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Jaime tilted his head, the sunlight catching the gold of his hand as much as the gold on his chest. He offered a smile that was all charm and no warmth, a mirror to her own. “ The gardens, my lady .ᐣ A fine choice. ” ───
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I write only the best things about you, dear sister.
I most certainly did not read Jaime's journal! Of course not... ( She did and now shes sad )
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he cannot even fandom to bother reading this
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as Jaime's expression hardens into something unreadable. He makes no move to leave, but neither does he advance. Simply waits, a lion with nothing left to prove, watching a dragon with nothing left to burn.
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And yet here we stand, you and I, in the same room, breathing the same dust. Tell me, Your Grace, if your blood is so hot, if your claim is so true, why is it my shadow you haunt .ᐣ ” The question hangs, unanswered, ───
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