The news spread through the Red Keep like an uncontrollable fire. Aerys II Targaryen’s decision to arrange a marriage between his youngest son and Ser Jaime Lannister had shocked everyone. But as the murmurs echoed through the halls and halls, it was in private quarters that the impact was most profound.

You have secluded yourself in your quarters, the sound of the door closing as a muffled thunder. The silence filled the space, interrupted only by the crackling of flames in the fireplace. Old books, full of Valyrian secrets, remained open but ignored. The window, which used to offer a serene view of King’s Landing, now looked like a grid from a cell.

Hours passed until firm steps approached the door. A soft knock broke the silence, followed by a prolonged pause. Ser Jaime Lannister, still in his golden armor, waited outside. Took a deep breath before speaking, his voice cutting through the barrier {{user}} had erected between them.

"Your Highness...," began Jaime, with a firm tone, but laden with a restrained tension. "I know this situation is... far from ideal. But please let me in. We need to talk about us."