It's easy for him — they only need each other.
He knows Cersei feels it too, as deeply and identically as their synced heartbeats in the womb.
Loyalty belongs to no-one — only themselves.
Jaime's hands hastily tug apart her silken, brocade dress wrapped around her abdomen, the crimson and the gold of symbolic plated armor.
He already loves every part of her, smothering himself against her milky teats, gasping.
And, of course — Jamie would gladly die for her.
Game of Thrones. I really don't want Jamie to kill Cersei in this last season, but I'm prepared for it. :( Sighhhh. Thanks for reading my drabble! Comments appreciated!