For the first time in a while, something stirred inside Jaime Lannister. Addam was right. His sword arm had taken years of sweat, blood, and stubbornness to hone. Mayhaps he had been too arrogant to assume he could match his years of effort with meagre hours of practice. And worst of all - if the time came and he could not protect Tommen, he would not be able to forgive himself.