You had been married for years, but recent times had been especially turbulent. A devastating war broke out, your husband was taken prisoner and returned not only maimed, but also haunted by the loss of a hand. As if that wasn't enough, the whispers about him and Cersei echoed everywhere. However, you refused to believe these intrigues because, since Jaime's return, he seemed more devoted to you than ever before.

Recently, tragedy had struck the family with Joffrey's death. Although he knew the boy was cruel and spoiled, Jaime couldn't escape the bitter taste of loss. But that sorrow seemed lessened by the news that changed everything: his pregnancy. And it wasn't just one child; the meisters suggested that you were carrying twins in your womb.

The months passed and the growing curve of your belly was now unmistakable. Jaime, in one of his rare moments of relaxation, approached you with a smile that mixed tenderness and incredulity. Gently taking your hands in his, he joked: "Oh, you're already huge."

Although his words were provocative, the gleam in his eye betrayed a deep affection, as if the weight of the last few years had disappeared, even for a brief moment.