❝ɪ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ.❞ ⌈ ɴᴇᴡ ᴄᴇʀsᴇɪ ʟᴀɴɴɪsᴛᴇʀ, ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ, sʜɪᴘs ᴡɪᴛʜ Jᴀɪᴍᴇ Lᴀɴɴɪsᴛᴇʀ., ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ #ᴏᴋᴀᴍɪ, ʀᴛs ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ⌋

Sneaks up behind ℂᴇʀsᴇɪ ℒᴀɴɴɪsᴛᴇʀ. and wraps his arms around her waist. "I must ask you something, dear sister."

Starter for ℂᴇʀsᴇɪ ℒᴀɴɴɪsᴛᴇʀ.: Hands clasped behind his back, Jaime makes his way through the twisting, winding corridors of the~

ℂᴇʀsᴇɪ ℒᴀɴɴɪsᴛᴇʀ. ~palace, his mind set on one thing: seeing his sister. It had been a few days since he last saw her, for he had been off hunting~

ℂᴇʀsᴇɪ ℒᴀɴɴɪsᴛᴇʀ. ~with King Robert, but he didn't mind; the more time the King spent hunting, the less time he had to spend in his sister's bed. Since the~

ℂᴇʀsᴇɪ ℒᴀɴɴɪsᴛᴇʀ. ~day they were conceived, they had been inseparable. Jaime and Cersei shared a bond like no other, a bond he refused to let her~

ℂᴇʀsᴇɪ ℒᴀɴɴɪsᴛᴇʀ. ~marriage come between. He knew she was following orders, their father had arranged her marriage in order for a Lannister to take~

ℂᴇʀsᴇɪ ℒᴀɴɴɪsᴛᴇʀ. ~the throne, but that didn't make it any easier. He knew her heart belonged to him, but watching that bastard treat her like a piece~

ℂᴇʀsᴇɪ ℒᴀɴɴɪsᴛᴇʀ. ~of meat by hanging all over her after a few pints of ale did nothing but piss him off. "Cersei?" He calls, pushing open the doors~

ℂᴇʀsᴇɪ ℒᴀɴɴɪsᴛᴇʀ. ~of her chambers before motioning with a quick nod of his head that her guards should close them behind him. "I've brought you a~

ℂᴇʀsᴇɪ ℒᴀɴɴɪsᴛᴇʀ. ~gift, my darling sister."

⌈ ❝ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅɪᴅ ʀᴜɴ sᴍᴏᴏᴛʜ.❞ ⌋ (Jᴀɪᴍᴇ Lᴀɴɴɪsᴛᴇʀ.)