“Ser Jaime?” Even in soiled pink satin and torn lace, Brienne looked more like a man in a gown than a proper woman. “I am grateful, but … you were well away. Why come back?” A dozen quips came to mind, each crueler than the one before, but Jaime only shrugged. “I dreamed of you,” he said.”
Jaime LannisterandBrienne of TarthinA Storm of Swordsfor@bidonica
@amuelia is the best for organising this exchange and getting us all together
