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The Kingslayer's Queen

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Your source for content on Jaime Lannister, Daenerys Targaryen, and the crackship that is Jaime x Dany.
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The Warrior had been Jaime’s god since he was old enough to hold a sword. Other men might be fathers, sons, husbands, but never Jaime Lannister, whose sword was as golden as his hair. He was a warrior, and that was all he would ever be.

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Ser Jaime Lannister was twin to Queen Cersei; tall and golden, with flashing green eyes and a smile that cut like a knife. He wore crimson silk, high black boots, a black satin cloak. On the breast of his tunic, the lion of his House was embroidered in gold thread, roaring its defiance. They called him the Lion of Lannister to his face and whispered “Kingslayer” behind his back.    
 Jon found it hard to look away from him. This is what a king should look like, he thought to himself as the man passed.
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“She was Daenerys Stormborn, the Unburnt, Khaleesi and queen, Mother of Dragons, slayer of warlocks, breaker of chains, and there was no one in the world that she could trust.”

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All that Daenerys wanted back was the big house with the red door, the lemon tree outside her window, the childhood she had never known.
— AGoT, Daenerys I 
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got/asoiaf meme ♕ [1/8] creator’s choice | Daenerys Targaryen + official titles and epithets (as of A Dance with Dragons)

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Chapters of A Song of Ice & Fire - A Feast for Crows - Jaime VII      Jaime read it in the window seat, bathed in the light of that cold white morning. Qyburn’s words were terse and to the point, Cersei’s fevered and fervent. Come at once, she said. Help me. Save me. I need you now as I have never needed you before. I love you. I love you. I love you. Come at once.      Vyman was hovering by the door, waiting, and Jaime sensed that Peck was watching too. “Does my lord wish to answer?” the maester asked, after a long silence.      A snowflake landed on the letter. As it melted, the ink began to blur. Jaime rolled the parchment up again, as tight as one hand would allow, and handed it to Peck. “No,” he said. “Put this in the fire.”

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