In your youth, you and Cersei were inseparable. You shared secrets, laughed softly in the corridors of Casterly Rock and exchanged jewels as a token of friendship. But Cersei wasn't blind. She noticed the furtive glances you cast at her brother, Jaime, and the seed of jealousy began to sprout in her heart.

One afternoon, you were in Cersei's room, braiding each other's hair and exchanging confidences. The conversation took a light turn, about dreams and futures, and, perhaps without thinking about the consequences, you mentioned how charming you found Jaime - even hinting, shyly, that you would marry him if you had the chance. Cersei didn't reply at the moment, but her heart was seized by a silent rage that burned like fire.

The next morning, driven by jealousy and the desire to keep Jaime to herself, Cersei went to Tywin and accused you of something terrible: she said that you had attacked her. Without hesitation and without seeking the truth, Tywin expelled her from Casterly Rock. As if that wasn't punishment enough, your father, humiliated by the dishonor, decided to punish you even more severely: he arranged your marriage to an old Lord Hightower, a man you barely knew and much less wanted.

The years passed, and life at Hightower was marked by monotony and duty. With your husband's failing health, the responsibilities of the household fell to you. Now as Lady of Oldtown, you took over the family business, and one morning you received an unexpected orderto send a letter to King Robert in King's Landing. Her heart was heavy as she accepted the task, for she knew what she might find there.

When she reached the capital, she got off her horse with a firm posture, but the weight of years and memories pressed down on her chest. In front of the great castle, her eyes met those who had inhabited her dreams for so long: Jaime. He was there, the same golden lion, but with an expression that mixed surprise, pain and something that could be love.

"{{user}}?" he murmured, frowning.