A Whumper at Heart

“Ser Jaime?” Even in soiled pink satin and torn lace, Brienne looked more like a man in a gown than a proper woman. “I am grateful, but . . . you were well away. Why come back?” A dozen quips came to mind, each crueler than the one before, but Jaime only shrugged. “I dreamed of you,” he said.

You think I’m a good man? I pushed a boy out a tower window, crippled him for life. For Cersei. I strangled my cousin with my bare hands, just to get back to Cersei. I would have murdered every man, woman, and child in Riverrun, for Cersei. She’s hateful. And so am I.

Jaime and Brienne by da_quack

“She was strong, and gentler than he would have thought. Gentler than Cersei, he thought as she helped him from the tub.”

• chin wobble
• try not to cry
• flee