Wielding the armour given to him to protect and serve as his civil duty, Jaime, standing in his quarters, pondering into the glass case in his room as he shoo's his servants in his room to leave. Pressing his index finger and middle finger on a painting of his father's heart - a small locket opens up with a key inside, looking up towards his fathers eyes he gives a wince of self pride as he approaches the glass case.

Turning the key three times, the case opens with the appropriate click of the mechanism turning. Reaching into the case is a rose rapped in poppies, "Sister, you were always so creative," Giving a snarl - taking it and attaching it to his person, he storms out of his quarters as he attends his ceremony.

Standing on the podium after drinking and conversing with admire or respect, he stands tall and with the Lannisters colours over his head hanging down from the pillars and chandeliers, with only his presence - the attendee's stop talking and look towards him as Jaimes makes his speech.

Hair as the Lions Mane

Jaws fierce as the lions bite

Flag raised Red as the lions prey, wounded and bloodied

"A Lion doesn't concern himself with the opinion of a sheep"

Words uttered once by my father

I am Jaime Lannister, the beholder of this kingdom

Hear me Roar