Disclaimer: Ice and Fire belong to His Lordship, GRRM, the first of his name, Warden of the Fantasy Genre, Protector of Good Plots and King of Brilliant Characterization. I am a mere tavern wench begging his pardons and playing with his creations. May the seven forgive me any accidental discourtesy towards him.

Author's Rant: Yep, it's that time again, I've discovered a new fandom and am trying my hand at drabbles. Feel free to leave feedback even if it is to tell me how awful I am. As with drabbles, no beta was harmed in the making and all resulting errors are of my own doing.

He likes watching her.

Of course he looks at her all the time. When she combs out her hair, when she ties silk sashes around her dresses, when she slips her feet into sandals. He looks at her about a hundred times a day but the only time he likes watching her is when she's asleep. When her eyes are closed and a peaceful expression graces her face. When her brow is free of all tainting emotion.

When the moon turns her gold locks silvery and her pale skin luminescent, that's when Jaime likes watching her from the darkened windowsill.

It didn't take young Tyrion long to understand that people didn't like looking directly at him – or looking down at him as the case may be. And growing up, he made sure that it was because he was a Lannister of Casterly Rock and it scared them to look down at him than because they pitied his dwarfish existence. With his wit as his weapon and his appearances honed to strike fear rather than pity, Tyrion Lannister made an image – one even his father might have been proud of had be not been Lord Tywin Lannister.

He was proud, regardless.

Cersei Lannister and her hand mirror had always been close. Ever since she had realized that being Jaime's twin did not necessarily entitle her to the same privileges as her brother, she had started learning the arts of feminine warfare. And her hand mirror had been her closest ally, both sword and shield.

As the Queen Regent looks into her hand mirror now, her green eyes reflected enchantingly back at her, her lips curl into a soft smile. Her weapon is far stronger than any lance, mace or spear. And loyal only to her. It would never show another's face.

End Note: May the Lord of the Light guide you to the review button. XD