Chad Lawson - Chopin (Variation) Prelude E Minor Op. 28 No. 4 for Piano, Violin, Cello

King's Landing Atmosphere

Jaime Lannister

I move forward, you step backwards.

I offer my hand, you ask why.

There is a lack of understanding in your eyes. A bit of naivety. A delicate innocence.

There is a shade on your smile. Fear or anger, I can never guess.

There is a thrill on your lips. Hesitation or desire, I can never guess.

Eyes, slipping away from me.

Blue, soft and cold.

Hair, drawing me closer.

Blond, light and gold.

The street is crowded, the horses are whinnying.

The merchants are reaching out, you are out of reach.

The passer-by are walking around without touching us.

We are untouchable.

But you touched me.

I can see you from across the tavern.

I can hear you among the chatter.

I can smell the perfume of your skin from an old memory.

I can taste and I can touch the lack of you.

What if I tell you that I drag you away in my endless dreams at night?

What if I tell you how daring I can be when it comes to you through unspoken words?

For I could never confess to my feelings and my thoughts.

For my heart is a cursed one and my hands are cut when it comes to truth and bravery.

I am the cunning one but I am the cowardly.

I am the bold one but I am the lying.

I am the one moved by his heart but I am the whisperer of tragedy.

You are the brave one.

You are the loyal one.

You are the honorable one and you are the speaker of truth and honesty.

My sword is yours.

I am the knight in your shadow.

I am the liar in your light.

My armor is yours.

I am the shield on your back.

I am the burden on your chest.

My heart is yours.

I am the life you carry.

I am the lie you believe.

You are my eyes through the chaos, the blue of the sky behind the storm.

You are the gold of my coat of arms, my faith through battles and death.

You are my hand guiding me through life, guiding me through hell.

Speak my name when I fall.

Speak my truth when I bend.

Speak, when I need something to hold on when the world breaks apart.

Truth is,

There would neither be fair fight nor fair dance,

There would neither be word right enough nor impulse brave enough,

So as to my heart frees himself from its barriers to speak sincerity.

Truth is,

I cannot deny my affections but neither can I deny the who I am,

I cannot deny the obviousness but I can pretend not to see and pretend not to feel.

So as to your heart doesn't suffer from the tragedy of mine.

Truth is,

I dreamt of you and I cannot pretend to act as if I could unsee you.

I dreamt of you and I cannot pretend to act as if I could untouch you.

I dreamt of you and I cannot pretend to act as if I could unlove you.