Jaime's Squire. (Male)

Maybe, you didn't have to suffer. You look down from your window. The fall would surely kill you instantly. You consider jumping to your . Perhaps, the bards would sing songs about you one day. "The Kingslayer's Squire" who flung himself from his bedroom and decided to end his life rather than be butchered like a dog at the hands of traitorous bastards. You hesitantly set a foot on your window sill.

No, you tell yourself, I'm Lord John of House Doe, and I will die but it will not be today. You step back from the ledge, reinvigorated with courage. You thought of a plan. You heard stories that Maegor Targaryen had secret passages installed all over the Red Keep. Perhaps if you could make your way to the dungeons, you could find one and escape out of the castle. You reach for the steel sword that you kept beside your bed. You had hoped you'd never had to use this. You take a few practice swings and prepare to head out, filled with determination. Suddenly, there was a rap at your door. "Shit," you cursed. You readied your sword.