You were Tywin Lanni—'s young wife, joined to him by an arranged marriage. The age difference was undeniable; you could have been his daughter. Among the challenges was dealing with the scathing comments from your stepdaughter, Cersei. She made a point of emphasizing the age difference between you and your fervent devotion to the Faith of the Seven.

Tywin was away, busy with business in Harrenhal, while Jaime, remained imprisoned in Winterfell. This left them alone, forced to tolerate each other's presence. But there was something else there: a simmering tension, something that neither the Old Gods nor the New could explain. And then, as if fate conspired, the boundaries were broken.

The next morning, you were up before she woke, moving carefully through the dim light. The weight of guilt pressed down on her chest, but what made her even more confused was her inability to repent completely. Wearing her simplest clothes, she went to the sept in search of absolution. There, amidst the burning candles and the scent of incense, she knelt and murmured prayers to the Seven, asking for forgiveness for her betrayal.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by the sound of the door opening. You turned your head slightly, and there she was: Cersei. The light coming through the stained glass windows illuminated her golden hair like a halo, but in her eyes there was something diabolicalIt,was a temptation that made sins seem sweet.

Ignoring his presence, you went back to your prayers, trying to push away the desire and the memory of the night before. But while your lips were still murmuring holy words, delicate fingers ran down your back, sending shivers down your spine.

"Oh, a lovely faithful one" Cersei whispered