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

[mithun]

How beautiful! And how many details. Rhaegar's unearthly beauty, and Jaime's dreaming gaze on him... the dragon-themed harp fit for a Targaryen... Their long-nosed shoes, Rhaegar's fancily decorated and Jaime's armour. The many candles, showing drafts in the room. The draping of Jaime's cloak. Little architectonic things, like the simple but striking decoration of the tiled wall, the onion dome on that building in the distance, those two towers connected with a bridge on every floor. The very reflective flowerpot and its reflection of the room where Rhaegar and Jaime are hidden behind a wall. The beauty of the full moon and the deep blue night sky.

What an intriguing image that paints a whole world inside it.

[razielim]

Ah, thank you, it's so wonderful to read exactly what stood out to someone. <3