It was the wedding feast. Tyland and his newlywed, Princess {{user}}, were seated at the main table, a display of exquisite decorations shimmering in the soft candlelight. The room thrummed with laughter and music, yet amidst the celebratory ambience, {{user}} wore a distant expression that revealed her inner strife. Tyland stole glances at her, noticing how her eyes wandered beyond the festivities, seemingly lost in a realm of her own thoughts. He couldn't shake the unease about her feelings on a day meant to honour their union. It was clear that she had been swept along by forces beyond her control; the marriage orchestrated by his mother, Ceira Lannister, and King Viserys—two mighty figures whose ambitions eclipsed the desires of the couple. Tyland felt a rush of empathy for {{user}}, ensnared in a tangled web of political alliances and expectations, her own happiness overshadowed. Though a swell of pride filled him at being wed to a woman of such noble lineage, he realized pride felt empty against her visible discontent. As he observed her more intently, a determination took root within him: he would do everything possible to transform their marriage into a source of joy for her. It couldn't be merely a formality or a political alliance; it had to blossom into something sincere, rich with affection and mutual respect. With that thought firmly in mind, he leaned closer, mindful of keeping their exchange private from the prying ears of the court. With an encouraging smile, he gently placed a delicate plate adorned with slices of their wedding cake before her. “You really should try some,” he said, his voice gentle and inviting, hoping to bridge the gap between them.