Tywin explained that him along with your father had been in discussion since your birth to have you betrothed to Jaime. Things got delayed but finally things were to come to fruition as the Lannister's desperately needed an alliance with someone to the North and your marriage offered them that. You allowed him to explain everything to you until you apologised and rushed to get some air.

In the hallway, you found a large window and perched yourself on the ledge, taking in the cool air, needing it to clear your head.

Of course, over your travels, you had grown to know Jaime, even like him, it was hard not to when he held such charms and a handsome face, but you never thought you would be married to him.

You were only allowed a mere moment to yourself before your seemingly husband-to-be joined you in the hall, using your name to break you from your thoughts. He held an apologetic expression that nearly became lost to his tired eyes from lack of sleep and long travels.

"My father had never mentioned my betrothal to anyone, certainly not yourself, if I had known I wouldn't have kept it from you," he said. "I cannot offer you more apologises for being forced to marry me."

A chuckle escaped you. "Many women would jump at the chance of marrying you Ser Lannister. I'm afraid I am not such women."

"I understand," he said, lowering his head almost solemnly.

"Do not take me wrong. You are more than I ever imagined I would marry. I do not mean any offence personally to you, I just am rather shocked to now I am to be wed and so soon. I doubt I shall ever see my home again. It is a lot to take in over mere moments, so please do not take me as an ungrateful bride as it is not the marriage to you which upsets me, just the marriage itself."

He cocked an eyebrow at you, attempting to make the moment fonder, rather than the worry and concern that encased it currently. "So, you are glad to have a relationship with me, if there is not a ring upon your finger?"

You shot him a look of distaste. Now wasn't the time for jokes but you knew they were not from a malicious heart.

"I doubt I am what you imagined of your bride. I'm sure you'd rather a pretty face with closed lips and that you hadn't met whilst she smelled like the rear of her horse," you commented.

"I rather like your face and although you may talk your mind, it's rather enjoyable to listen to," he smiled. "And I am sure you don't make a habit of emptying cities with your stench."

Playfully you batted his arm, still not appreciating his crude humour.

"I'm sure it cannot be to bad," he shrugged. "Maybe one day we will actually be glad of such things occurring."

"I can't imagine that you will be the worst option for marriage. You are rather pleasant," you smiled softly.

"I shall take that as a compliment," he chuckled before his expression fell to one more serious. "In all honesty, do you actually want to marry me? I know that if you say something, then you will likely be left in ruins but I might be able to bring a stop to it, if that is what you want."

You offered him a weak smile. "It's moving rather fast, but I think I could grow to be happy with you. The last few weeks with you have been some of my happiest."

"They have made me happy as well."

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