It had been a quiet few weeks in Casterly Rock. The rebellion raged across Westeros, but the Westerlands remained untouched, thanks to Tywin’s strategic neutrality. For Catelyn, it meant days spent with Jaime, their betrothal having blossomed into a deep and respectful affection. The halls of Casterly Rock felt less cold with him by her side, and their conversations ranged from politics to shared laughter over simple matters, drawing them closer with each passing day.

Tonight, the marriage had finally been consummated. The marriage that had long been a matter of duty had turned into something more. Her days was spent with him as the future Lady of Casterly Rock. As Catelyn lay beside him, her auburn hair cascading over the pillow, she studied Jaime’s face, noticing the way his golden hair caught the candlelight, his green eyes now softer, a smile lingering on his lips.

"Do you have to go to practice? You practice so much already."