4

“S e r  J a i m e ?” Even in soiled pink satin and torn lace, Brienne looked more like a man in a gown than a proper woman. “I am grateful, but…you were well away. Why come back?”
A dozen quips came to mind, each crueler than the one before, but Jaime only shrugged.
“I  d r e a m e d  o f  y o u ,” he said.