His mind was burned with images of the nights he shared with Cersei. He had to leave behind his children, his beloved sister and secret lover. She was the Queen of the realms, beside her husband. But he, he was the one who truly held her heart. He knew that all too well, his sons and daughters had perished. Slaughtered in the wars over who held the throne. That's where Cersei would eventually meet her doom as well. While he held her heart, she craved the throne and power much more than she craved him. She had been corrupted by the crown, and he too felt he had played a part too much in these wars. He had killed the Mad King Aerys Targaryen - While it was in good reason, many dubbed him the Kingslayer. Had he not killed him, the King would have burned the entire kingdom.
The Kingslayer could not sit idly by, he had to do something. So he slayed the King, dethroning the Targaryen family with no one old enough to rule and throwing the throne to the Baratheon house - Putting his beloved sister on the throne. He hated himself, which is why he had to leave. He conspired enough against his sister's plots to keep her crown. Now he walked the lonely fields of some unknown realm. A pink strand just barely caught his attention, but who it was attached to did. He heard her spoke, and something pulled in his chest. He walked slowly and quietly towards her, his mane dripping with water and hanging heavily from his neck as he had just gotten out of the creek. "Hello there." He spoke before shaking out the water from his body. "I'm Sir Jaime, of the Lannister descent. Who are you? And what is this tie? Why are we connected?"
Walk, "Talk", Think.
"Only a cat of a different court, that's all the truth I know."
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