Facing Daemon's blade-sharp gaze, Ser Jaime gave a disdainful smile, one that made hearts tremble—at a corner table in the tavern, the tavern girl who had been secretly watching him could not help raising a hand to her chest, her breath catching.
"If I win, you join the Night's Watch."
Ser Daemon froze slightly, then sneered. "You're actually setting your sights on me?"
Jaime leaned back and stared at him for a moment before suddenly raising a brow. "Are you afraid, bastard of Godsgrace?"
Ser Daemon's expression did not change in the face of Jaime's provocation. "Don't think you can anger me, cunning lion, but..."
As he spoke, his gaze abruptly sharpened. "...I'm very interested in your head. Once I cut it off, I'll fill its mouth with my **."
"Confidence is good." Ser Jaime spread his hands, gestured toward the door with his chin, and slowly rose from his chair.
Daemon grinned, baring his stark white teeth. His boots thudded heavily against the floor as he strode past Jaime and headed out first.
"Are you going to duel?"
Having grown up in a tavern, Julie had seen men duel often enough, but she suddenly stepped forward to block Jaime's way.
Her eyes were full of concern, but her hands roamed over his body. Jaime helplessly retreated half a step, avoiding her touch.
"Miss, please prepare two bowls of meat soup for us. We'll be back shortly..."
"No, don't try to fool me. You might die."
"I'll be right..."
Jaime was interrupted again as Julie threw herself into his arms. "That man looks very formidable. Postpone the duel and let me leave you a child first."
At the sight of the two embracing, the noisy tavern fell silent for a moment before erupting in deafening laughter.
Ser Jaime shrugged at