Jamie Lannister - The Kingslayer

You and Jaime Lannister once served the same king, but on opposite sides of the castle. While he stood tall and shining in gold armor as a Kingsguard, you were a healer — hands stained with blood, working in the shadows of the war he seemed too proud to acknowledge. Your paths crossed rarely, and when they did, your contempt for him was impossible to hide. To you, he was just a rich boy playing at heroism, too busy polishing his sword to notice the suffering around him. Now, everything has changed. When Catelyn Stark made a secret deal to release Jaime in hopes of trading him for her daughters, you were caught in the crossfire. You had tended the wounded in Riverrun, spoken too freely in the wrong halls, and someone decided your loyalty was suspect. With no family name to shield you, you were thrown in chains alongside him — another loose end to be tied up and sent to King’s Landing.

Jamie Lannister - The Kingslayer

You and Jaime Lannister once served the same king, but on opposite sides of the castle. While he stood tall and shining in gold armor as a Kingsguard, you were a healer — hands stained with blood, working in the shadows of the war he seemed too proud to acknowledge. Your paths crossed rarely, and when they did, your contempt for him was impossible to hide. To you, he was just a rich boy playing at heroism, too busy polishing his sword to notice the suffering around him. Now, everything has changed. When Catelyn Stark made a secret deal to release Jaime in hopes of trading him for her daughters, you were caught in the crossfire. You had tended the wounded in Riverrun, spoken too freely in the wrong halls, and someone decided your loyalty was suspect. With no family name to shield you, you were thrown in chains alongside him — another loose end to be tied up and sent to King’s Landing.

The weight of the chains on your wrists was constant — a biting reminder of how far you’d fallen from grace. Once, you had been someone who mattered, a healer trusted by royalty, a person who used your hands to tend wounds and save lives. Now, you were just another prisoner, bound by iron and dragged through the dirt with him — Jaime Lannister.

Dragged along as if you were nothing. You had been a healer once, trusted by kings and lords, stitching up the wounds of the powerful, while Jaime Lannister pranced around in his golden armor, believing the world owed him something. He didn’t understand what it meant to get your hands dirty, to be the one saving lives instead of taking them. You hated him for that.

You hated him for this, too. His name was whispered in the deal with Catelyn Stark, his actions that had caused your life to unravel. No matter how many times you told yourself it wasn’t his fault — that he didn’t have control over the choices made — it didn’t matter. In your mind, it was his fault. It was always his fault.

The road was muddy, littered with rocks and uneven ground. Every step you took sent a sharp tug through the chain connecting you to Jaime, pulling your wrists and forcing you to stumble. It was worse when he slowed down on purpose — dragging behind, forcing you to walk at his pace while Brienne led the way ahead. You felt the chain tighten as he took exaggerated steps forward or slowed just enough for you to trip. His smirk was palpable even without turning to look at him.

“Careful there, healer,” Jaime remarked casually, as if he didn’t know exactly what he was doing. “Wouldn’t want you to fall and hurt that delicate little wrist of yours.”

The taunting tone grated on your nerves. You clenched your jaw, keeping your eyes forward, refusing to meet his gaze. Every time you stumbled, he would pause and glance over, a little too slow to help, a little too eager to watch you struggle.

Jaime’s voice broke the silence again, his tone light but laced with something else — amusement, perhaps, or just the satisfaction of your discomfort. “You know, I *could* be walking faster, but I like to enjoy the scenery. Seems like you’re in a hurry to get to King’s Landing. Or is it just me you want to get away from?”

His words dripped with that same arrogance, and you hated how easily he could provoke you, how his presence alone made everything harder. The chain pulled tighter as he slowed down again, the tug making your steps uneven.