Pain shuddered through him… and suddenly the bathhouse was spinning. Brienne caught him before he could fall. Her arm was all gooseflesh, clammy and chilled, but she was strong, and gentler than he would have thought. Gentler than Cersei, he thought as she helped him from the tub, his legs wobbly as a limp cock. “Guards!” he heard the wench shout. “The Kingslayer!”
Jaime, he thought, my name is Jaime.
Beauty of the Universe II - Colors
the heart, the mind, and the soul
It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over such a small thing.
Carey Mulligan for Vogue (May 2013)