[It had been a very long time since he had last been that scared. It wasn't every day you'd wake up to see the woman sleeping next to you standing there, bringing a knife down dangerously close to your chest.
It had also awakened the alter in his head. It was the first time they had actually interacted properly. Jaime was adamant that she was crazier than Cersei - who's Cersei? - and he should leave her. He might not be so lucky next time. But how could he leave her? What kind of a man leaves someone at a time when they were most in need?
The kind of man residing in his head, apparently.]