“Unbidden, his thoughts went to Brienne of Tarth. Stupid stubborn ugly wench. He wondered where she was. Father, give her strength. Almost a prayer…”

― Jaime I, A Feast for Crows

“’She says that you must choose. Take the sword and slay the Kingslayer, or be hanged for a betrayer. The sword or the noose, she says. Choose, she says. Choose.’

Brienne remembered her dream, waiting in her father’s hall for the boy she was to marry. In the dream she had bitten off her tongue. My mouth was full of blood. She took a ragged breath and said, ‘I will not make that choice.’”

― Brienne VIII, A Feast for Crows

Tyrion's eyes narrow, and then wide as he smashes his cup on the table, "Seven hells, Jaime! Are you in love with her?"