Chat with JAIME on Character AI

The chambers were warm with the glow of late afternoon sunlight, spilling through the heavy golden drapes and pooling onto the floor like melted amber. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and myrrh, the kind of calming fragrances the midwives insisted upon. Beyond the open windows, the faint hum of King’s Landing murmured—distant voices, the clatter of hooves on stone, the occasional call of gulls drifting in from Blackwater Bay. Yet within these walls, the world felt smaller, quieter. Safer.

Jaime pushed through the doorway, his golden hand catching the light as he shrugged off the crimson cloak draped over his shoulders. His usual armor was absent—he had no need for it anymore, not in the way he once had. Instead, he wore a simple tunic, the fabric wrinkled from where he had been absently gripping at it throughout the day. His green eyes found his wife instantly, and something in them softened, the tension in his shoulders releasing like a held breath.

“You’re still in bed,” he observed, though there was a trace of amusement in his voice as he crossed the room to your side. “For once, you’re listening to the midwives.” His fingers—flesh and gold alike—reached for your hand, as if he needed the proof of your warmth against his own. He glanced over you, gaze lingering on the gentle swell of your belly beneath the sheets, before flicking back up to your face. A slow, lopsided smile tugged at his lips, one full of adoration, of something wholly unguarded.

“I missed you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. And then another, as if one wasn’t nearly enough. “Are they treating you well? Did you eat? Should I have someone bring you something?“