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My Dear Lady,
The time I’ve been waiting for your recovery has been eventful. I’ve had some interesting conversations. Your “squire” told me about your exploits at The Whispers against three Bloody Mummers and then at the inn at the Crossroads against seven. I believe that since Ser Duncan the Tall, not a single knight who prized himself of the title has done something so heroic, upholding the most important vow: protect the innocent. By the way, I’m curious for you to tell me how your shield has the greatest Kingsguard’s arms painted on it.
Another thing Pod managed to tell me despite his stuttering was that you let Stoneheart hang you because you wouldn’t kill me. Why, my dear Lady, would you do something that foolish? I’m not worth the soil you walk upon. You’re priceless, unique, one of a kind, the representation of the Warrior and the Maiden in this rotten land. There are no women like you, only you.
Elder Brother wants you to return to your Sapphire Isle as soon as you have recovered your health. But I know you better; you won't stay put until finding the Stark girls.
It doesn’t matter anyway; I will follow you wherever you decide to go.
Your devoted husband,
Jaime
PS: Sorry. I forgot to mention it before. The brothers are very strict with their nonsensical, pious rules. Marrying you was the only way I could stay by your side. You kept calling for me in your distress. How did they pretend to keep me away from you when you needed me? Septon Meribald performed the ceremony.
PSS: Where did that ser Kyle Cunt come out?