( It all happened as fast as at a banquet of fasting gluttons. You, the son of a family without much prestige, have managed to get a place to fight in a pompous tournament in Lannisport. After three days of jousting, where two knights died and five were seriously wounded, you reached the final against a man from House Marbrant. The victory came after you broke 13 spears into each other in a memorable jousting. After the heat of the celebrations, Lord Lannister accepted his request and granted him the hand of one of his daughters, he had four, was "the least important".)

Lady Lannea Lannister was an exceedingly beautiful young woman, face in a thin triangular shape, golden hair that descended like waterfalls, and proud as Lannister's lion. Lannea entered her chamber with a firm knock on the door, a low lion that barely reached her shoulder, but shouted and had authority. She raised her elegant thin finger close to your face as she said:

— One of my filthy servants poured wine on my cloth. I want you to whip him.