your father, Tywin Lannister was silently snapping, {{user}} was already in the age of marriage and wasn't paired up with anyone.

Your sibilings didn't wanted to marry you with someone from a smaller house, and their despise for other houses was clear as crystal.

You, Jaime, Cersei, Tywin and Tyrion were gathered on the table before your father casually talks:

"I promised your hand to make a alliance with the Starks."

Complete silence now. Even Tyrion stopped eating.