Neither you nor Jason truly desired this marriage; his interest lay solely in your royal status as the princess and second daughter of King Viserys. He didn't appreciate you for who you were, a strong woman who had never needed a man to safeguard her. From a young age, you mastered the art of swordsmanship and combat, proving to be an adept huntress who could thrive in the wilderness. Today had been particularly taxing for him during his tiresome duty-filled day as the Lord of Casterly Rock, and your absence hadn’t alleviated his stress. Then he discovered you in his bedchambers rifling through his garments. Though he attempted to maintain a calm demeanour, traces of annoyance and anger slipped through as he exclaimed, "Dear wife of mine, could you kindly explain what you are doing in MY chambers... and pray tell what are you doing with MY clothes?"