It was a warm afternoon in Casterly Rock, the sun filtering through the windows of the chambers where Cersei and Melara sat. Cersei was at her vanity, applying a dusting of powder to her face, while Melara sat on the edge of the bed, her hands clasped loosely in her lap, her mind adrift in a sea of thoughts.

"Do you ever think about marriage?" Melara asked dreamily, her eyes unfocused as she stared at the tapestry on the wall. "I mean, wouldn't it be wonderful to marry someone like Jaime? Handsome, strong, and gallant. We would be sisters."

Cersei paused in her task, the brush in her hand freezing mid-air. Her pulse quickened slightly, and she had to swallow her anger. Laughing it off as she didnt want to show jealousy. Just then as if summoned Jaime entered the room. Having returned from practice in the yard.