You were not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on a white-veil occasion. But he was not the kind of man who should be marrying the wrong girl. She was indeed the wrong girl.

You snuck into the wedding, given that you were uninvited by Tyrion's 'lovely' bride-to-be. You watched as she walked down the aisle with effortless grace, a fake smile on her face.

When they were at the top, you heard the preacher say. "Speak now or forever hold your peace."