'Let Rhaegar be the king of bones and ashes!' he shrieked. 'Burn them all! Burn them in their homes, burn them in their beds! Burn them all!' Through it all, I stood, silent in my white plate armor, trying to divert myself with happier thoughts. Yet, they always drifted towards the one thing I wanted to avoid... Cersei, my sister and the wife of Rhaegar. I winced. She is not mine, I reminded myself. She is my Queen, that is all. She loves him.
At this juncture, the insistent voice of the Mad King caught my attention. Who was Aerys talking to? I turned. I saw the pyromancer Rossart, his eyes gleaming with pleasure. Realization struck me then. He planned to burn the whole of King's Landing! I cannot let this happen. I will not let this happen. I am Jaime Lannister, knight of the Kingsguard. I will stop this atrocity. I will do it Rhaegar, my liege, but most importantly, I will do it for Cersei, my sister and my love...
