"I do believe that is quite a bit of what drew me to you." he admitted with a wry smile. "Not being called Kingslayer, not being reviled for doing what needed to be done when no one else would. Not being judged as a Lannister, I was just Jaime with you, right from the start. It meant more to me than you can know." he told her. And yes, he'd thrown it away on worry and on fear, and he'd treated her so cruelly when he'd felt there was no other way out of his predicament. But there truly hadn't been any reason to be as cruel to Isabela as he had been. He'd pushed her away, insulted her, insulted her son...their son. Another bastard Jaime had made no claim to. "My reasons for killing Aerys aren't something I talk about, there's so little point, people judge me before they ask, they've already condemned me to the deepest of the seven hells for the act itself. A stain on the white cloak I was gifted. Gifted, what a joke. Just another vow to make, just another way to be near Cersei. What was one more oath."
He knew he was rambling, he did that sometimes especially around her. Around the woman who didn't judge him as a criminal. She wouldn't understand about Cersei, not really, but she never let on she thought it any different to any other love. She must have done of course but he admired her more for never speaking of it. Or maybe she just didn't want to think about Cersei at all. It was best of course, that they never met. Because like he'd said he really was falling for her.
And she'd finally said it. Yes, she'd be with him. In spite of the pressure he was putting her under. Telling her it had to be a secret affair. That she had to be the other woman in the whole business. That Cersei would have him most times but sometimes he would come to her and they could be together. Another vow broken of course but this time one Jaime had actually cared about. His love for his sister still burned with a passion he often did not understand, and yet this woman. This ironborn like woman with Dornish looks had found her way into his heart also.
The kiss was as they ever were, passionate, filled with feeling Jaime was not used to having around other women. And he didn't want to break away. His hand slid down her arm to wrap at her waist and pull her close to him. He wanted her so desperately, but he would not push her to anything if she had more yet to say to him. If he was going to be an oathbreaker once again, he thought, he might as well do it in style.