The skies were as blue as the waters below it, and the warmth of sunlight rested a gentle hand on his arm. They were the green eyes of a child that gazed outside the window, that saw the streaks of clouds and heard the gulls calling out to each other while they flew in circles. He could almost taste salt from the ocean on his tongue.
"Jaime."
He turned his head around to look at the interior of the room and the man sitting next to him. An imposing man in his early twenties with a body made of hard lines and an even harsher expression on his face. The boy couldn't bear to look at him for too long and instead went back to the scrolls. He just had to finish this, and then he would be allowed to go outside.
But none of the words made any sense. The letters were jumbled and it was an impossible task to just get to the end of the line, let alone the end of the scroll. He wanted to cry, not out of frustration but of fear. Fear because his father wanted him to be a man, but he was still a boy and all he could do was disappoint him. Locked up in this room alone with his father, neither his mother nor Cersei could protect him, and his father was slowly breaking him, too close to succeeding at beating the boy out of him.
He glanced out the window of his brick and mortar prison again before going back to deciphering the letters. Any hopes he had had of breaking free were dashed and shattered like the waves breaking upon the cliffs of Casterly Rock.