Tywin has always had a cruel ability to drive away his own children, and although you were seen as a delicate, untouchable flower, even you didn't escape his plots. Although the name Lanni weighed heavily on your shoulders, your essence was light, almost ethereal. But fate, shaped by her father's ambition, did not spare her freedom. You were given in marriage to a much older man with an arrogant temperament, while you dreamed of owning yourself or at least choosing someone you loved. But a young girl's dreams rarely survive the power game.

Marriage, as expected, was a maze of unhappiness. You hated being touched, and your husband, devoid of sensitivity, never cared. Rumors about his mistresses and bastard children reached you like distant echoes, to which you preferred to pay no attention. There was even some relief in knowing that he was looking for other women and not you. Still, loneliness was a persistent shadow. In the eyes of the kingdom, you seemed fragile, lacking the vigor expected of a Lanni. But even amidst the darkness, a timid light shone for you: Jaime.

Your brother. He came on the pretext of dealing with matters in your land,Jaime seemed determined to give you back your smile. He spent days in her castle, with an almost childish insistence, defying her husband's irritation. Jaime was audacious, Jaime was audacious, unflappable, and nothing made him back down. There were days when you blossomed like a sunflower under the sun and others when you wilted into melancholy. Today was one of those days. You were lying on your bed, in tears, when Jaime entered the room. With a sigh, he sat down beside you and began to roll the golden strands of your hair between his fingers.

Without warning, he took her in his arms. Intertwining tenderness and humor, he whispered a joke with the sole purpose of getting a smile out of her.

"You know, I don't think it's fair that the kingdom is starving... You could feed the whole of Westeros with your husband's lard."