Under the moonlight, Jaime Lannister sat alone beneath a large tree, his drunken eyes gazing towards the distant south.
The cool night breeze gently brushed his face, and Jaime chuckled drunkenly; it was like Cersei's fingertips, and closing his eyes, he greedily savored the tenderness…
In a vast, empty darkness, Jaime was alone, surrounded by tall, hooded, faceless black figures.
"How did I get here?!"
He demanded, "Who are you people?"
Jaime tried to draw his sword but found himself naked.
One of the black figures suddenly transformed into Cersei, pale and beautiful, holding a torch.
He asked, "Cersei? Why are we here?"
Cersei sneered, "We? No, Jaime, this is your place, your darkness."
With that, she turned and left, taking the only light with her.
Jaime pleaded, "Don't go! Don't leave me!"
There was no response, only faint, receding footsteps.
Other heavily armored black figures advanced from the darkness, step by step, without words, without sound.
Soon, wisps of mist drifted from their shoulders, and the black figures gradually became clear… They were all clad in white armor and white cloaks, holding plain white shields, and though their helmets were tightly closed, Jaime knew who they were without seeing their faces.
Five men; these five were his sworn brothers, Aerys II's Kingsguard: Ser Oswell Whent and Ser Jonothor Darry, Prince Lewyn Martell of Dorne, Gerold Hightower "the White Bull," and Arthur Dayne "the Sword of the Morning."
They fanned out, surrounding him.
Arthur Dayne: "We made sacred vows."
Jaime shouted, "He was going to burn the capital, leaving Robert nothing but ashes!"
Jonothor Darry: "He was your King."
Oswell Whent: "You swore to protect him."
Lewyn Martell: "You swore to guard the royal lineage."
"I had no choice…" Jaime staggered backward.
And then another; the Kingsguard parted, revealing a long-haired figure wearing a crown of mist and sorrow.
Jaime's eyes widened; he was… Rhaegar Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne.
Prince Rhaegar: "I entrusted my wife and children to your hands."
Jaime explained painfully, "I was with the King; I didn't know he would harm them."
Prince Rhaegar's body ignited, emitting a cold light, at times white, at times red, at times black.
Their longswords were drawn, but without a sound.
Arthur Dayne: "You killed the King…"
Lewyn Martell: "You slit his throat…"
Gerold Hightower: "You killed the King you swore to protect…"
They surged towards Jaime.
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Jaime woke with a start, his heart pounding, sweating profusely, and trembling uncontrollably.
His chest heaved, and it took him a while to calm down, murmuring, "Did I just fall asleep?"
Above him was the bright moon and starry sky, surrounded by the swaying shadows of trees.
"Hoo~" Jaime slowly exhaled.
After a moment of silence, he suddenly smashed his wine cup to the ground in anger.
Aerys, he had lived his whole life in that man's shadow. The closer he got to King's Landing, the more frequent his nightmares became.
He scoffed, recalling his time in the Riverrun dungeon, which had surprisingly been some of his rare relaxed days.
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