Life was short, awfully short. The princess felt like she had already spent most of it and the few years that were left were pretty grim. Or not. She gritted her teeth for many years, waiting for the right moment to escape and steal her freedom. Now that it was in her own hands, the princess realized she was still trying to find herself. Jaime..Jaime was handsome, maybe... certainly, obviously! He was but he was just a knight in the path her sister was taking. A pawn she had to destroy should she face him. Death never was an issue with her, she was born out of it, was molded by it over the years so why was she reluctant to execute a man who would not hesitate if he were in her shoes?
He would die tomorrow. She was certain of that. If it wasn't because he protected his lover, his sister, it would be because of her own hand. She would not hesitate, no matter how much she was troubled by him. No matter how much confused by all those pleasant thoughts of him, she was. He was going to die tomorrow.
lord Jaime would simply be part of her history as the man who awoke her desires. He was the one man who forced her to realize how scared of life she was. He was the one who gave her proper motivation to continue the war. He was a first.... maybe her last but he paved the way for something else... a life of her own. An actual free woman's life...
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