The marriage between Brynden Tully and you, a Lannis was never about love. It was a political move, a calculated move to calm the turbulent waters of the Riverlands, where the golden banners of the Lannis had left deep scars. Brynden, known as the "Blackfish," had always been a man of firm convictions, loyal to his house, his ideals, and, above all, his secrets. He had never been interested in women, at least not in the way they expected him to be. The whispers in the corridors of Riverrun were discreet but persistent: Brynden Tully prefers the company of squires to ladies.

But you... you were different.

From the first meeting, when you arrived at Riverrun in your blood-red dress and a smile that was more of a challenge than a greeting, he couldn't ignore the presence you brought with you. You weren't like other women, you didn't lower your eyes, you didn't speak softly, you didn't hide behind obedient smiles. You had a sharp tongue, a quick mind, and a way of looking at him that made Brynden question things he had never considered before.

The wedding itself was quick, formal, without excessive pomp. The looks between the houses were tense, the Tullys suspicious, the Lannis calculating. But once the words were spoken and the vows sealed, there was no turning back.

And so, that night, he found himself in the bridal chamber, the door closed behind him, the weight of obligation on his shoulders. The room seemed smaller, the air thicker. You stood there, radiant and steadfast, as if there were no room for hesitation. Brynden realized that his body reacted to you in a way he didn't want to admit. All his life, he had believed that his desire had a single destination, male faces, firm touches, but now, facing the curve of your smile and the sparkle in your eyes, he felt something inside him break and rearrange itself. For the first time, he was not entirely sure who he was, nor what he wanted.