“Burn them all,” he kept saying. “Burn them all.”

Blue is a good color on you, my lady, it goes well with your eyes. (requested by anonymous)

The Wench & The Kingslayer

   Pain shuddered through him… and suddenly the bathhouse was spinning. Brienne caught him before he could fall. Her arm was all gooseflesh, clammy and chilled, but she was strong, and gentler than he would have thought. Gentler than Cersei, he thought as she helped him from the tub, his legs wobbly as a limp cock. “Guards!” he heard the wench shout. “The Kingslayer!” 
   Jaime, he thought, my name is Jaime.

“Fighting is better than this waiting. You don’t feel so helpless when you fight. You have a sword and a horse, sometimes an axe. When you’re armored it’s hard for anyone to hurt you.”