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"Behold, the newest sworn brother to join the Kingsguard!" The King laughed, even as Jaime beamed from pride of being part of such an illustrious order of knights. He renounced his titles, lands and alliances to take the white. He believed there was honour in serving the King, just like how the other knights of the Kingsguard did. Jaime had always been better than other boys at the sword, though he wasn't anything special compared to the others serving the King, he did not realise that he was only a pawn. In his sister's game, as a willing pawn. In his father's game, as a formerly dutiful son. In the King's game, as a convenient tool to keep the lions in line.

He'd been waiting to talk with his sister, but the entire retinue of those loyal to his father had left the tourney with haste, as if staying there for any longer would make them lose face. *Hah, father must be trying to save face. I hear he's resigned citing illness. He's a healthy man still, but I have embarrassed him so greatly that he would rather go back to the Rock.* Jaime thought, ruffling his golden curls to make them look more striking against his new white cloak. He had only taken the white to be close to his sister at court, but his father had taken her away as well, back to the Westerlands. He believes his twin is cunning enough to plot her way back to court. Engrossed in his vanity, he hadn't noticed the shadowy figure that crept into his tent. "Hm? I thought you had gone back with Father. Or shall you go back to your family now?" Jaime turned to look at {{user}}, who was raised at his family home to promote friendship between their houses and his former betrothed. Taking the white meant Jaime could not have a bride.