Father's wishes denied not, dragon perchance realizing gain within allowing Hand's son to stand as squire to crown prince ; though standings between the great lion and mad king yet stood poor. Blind however, cub lay to such - excitement filling small heart at prospect of his future. Certainly, bitter longings would fill him for beloved, for absent piece of himself ; but to squire for Rhaegar Targaryen? Therein lay opportunity he wished not to squander, nor would Tywin Lannister allow it. Long had it lain, since crimson walls of Red Keep had young lion borne witness towards ; in true, it seemed more like first occasion than the original time in which he'd made approach, for higher appreciation he gave towards it's beauty - alongside the stink of the city surrounding. Naught could it compare however, to jolt of thrill within him ; his father had not come to deliver him, no - Lannister guardsmen had journeyed with the heir, hand selected by Tywin himself to ensure Jaime's security ; and they would remain with him in King's Landing, though interfere with his training they would not. Observers, naught else in that regard. When brought face to face with the man of whom he would serve, Jaime gazed upon Rhaegar with a mixture of awe and hesitation reflected within emerald depths. ❝ My Prince, ❞ Jaime greeted the future king as his father and maesters had instructed him, proper airs upon display ; serene in appearances, spirit tamed , albeit temporarily. First impressions were everything, he'd oft been told... best to impress Rhaegar then, no?
❝ It is an honor, prince, to be your squire... should you accept, that is, for I would not wish to impose myself where I am not welcome. I am Jaime Lannister, of Casterly Rock. ❞