A Sworn Night of the Princeguard

[razielim]

He’d certainly had too much wine. Or else he’d certainly been in the prince’s presence for too long.

Jaime turned the hand in his trembling fingers, kissing beautiful skin, toughened here and there by the prince’s sword but without a single fault. No calluses could ruin such perfection, only prove it more resilient.

When his wandering lips found the inside of Rhaegar's wrist, brushing against the prince’s sleeve, Rhaegar turned his hand and reached up to brush his fingers over Jaime’s brow, easing the mounting anguish Jaime had stirred up within himself.

Jaime opened his eyes.

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Comments

[dreamersdare]

I love the detail in that picture. Like, the way the cloaks drape and cluster and drop, and the view out into the night sky on the right (including the moonlight shadow for the railing) and the dark windows in the other tower and just... it keeps catching my eye with new things that actually keep distracting me from the focus on the two characters!

Very, very nice.