FIRE HEART.

he had a love for fire, that's why he often
gravitated toward women who burned him

━━━ SYNOPSIS
   IT TOOK ONE LOOK; the sky long collapsed into a sleep of lapis ahead of them and she was leaning against the balcony, fingers embroiling into the string of pearls that had neatly grown to her care — and he spent the entire evening staring at the side of her face from inside her room.

( thinking she looked overwhelming with the lucent candlelight dancing on her skin like fallen gold dust ).

a smile thinly playing at her lips. she'd turn to him what's that look for?

his face scrunched incredulously like paper when she'd asked that. armor suddenly feeling incredibly hot as he moved to his post outside the door, a wavering what are you talking about? what look? defensively tumbling from the young knight's mouth.

in all probability, jaime was taught more than a kingsguard should whilst guarding her.

consequently he had discovered the princess was full of light. ( more comparable to a castle on fire than that of a star ).

she embodied vehemence. it made her dangerous and vulnerable, similar to a palace caving inwards due to the purlins charring under perfervid flames.

and it made him minacious.

however, it made him do a handful of things in reality: made his fingertips stitch lightly to the heliotrope-colored marks she wore under her sleeves and skirts when she had let him, both fooled as if the warmth of his palm remedied and rectified the pain.

or, in spite of his moral percipience, it made him sneak the princess about the castle at times when the hallways are too dark for any eyes.

jaime abhorred it, but she proclaimed it was either with or without him stubbornly. soon after that they'd be dancing in the queens ballroom. if not, then in the courtyard playing between the threads of hanging lamprocapnos and petunias and the moon.

sometimes it's what made him act on impulse: traipsing on a narrow line to keep rhaella far as her husband called for her in his wrath. ( but he couldn't protect her for long. not any of them for long ).

perhaps it was also what broke his steeled character: he swear he'd die if anyone caught him while he was wildly playing with her and the littlest prince - until the boy was breathless between the grace, laying supine in the evening light, rosy cheeks and a small on his face spilling everywhere like honey at the day they'd had. and then the princess would Peet up at him, mouthing a quiet thank you.

jaime would look away. his expression on either side of boyish awkwardness and senile torment.

they bettered each other. against all of his better judgement.

because the capitol wasn't complacent nor thriving. the gods whispered to her gently every night: this is a rotten time to fall in love.

━━━ jaime lannister !
                     there is blood i'd paint
       walls with for you.

━━━ solairya targaryen !
it is our kingdom.   

warnings, too many to name.
themes such as death, forms of
violence, cursing, triggering subjects,
inappropriate sexual content, misuse
of drugs and alcohol. if you're
uncomfortable, redirect yourself, please.

copyright,
character perspective, and characters
not apart of the original story belong to me
as well as their plot, scenes, lines and
background. i also own the gifs and
aesthetics, please respect that as they
are not to be reused.

characters,
solairya targaryen, sacha luss ⋆ jaime lannister, heath
ledger ⋆ viserys targaryen, thomas sangster ⋆ aerys targaryen,
jason isaacs ⋆ rhaella targaryen, charlize theron ⋆ daemon
targaryen, alexander ludwig ⋆ rhaegar targaryen, chris
hemsworth ⋆ elia martell, aditi rao ⋆ catelyn tully,
alyda grace ⋆ cersei lannister, celie sinden ⋆
ser bonifer hasty, michael fassbender.

yes i'm writing this book
again after 2 years. sue. me.