It was a peculiar coexistence, marked by a silent tension. Jaime's family had been responsible for the tragedy that had devastated yours, especially the terrible Red Wedding. Now, as a cruel irony of fate, you were forced together in marriage. Jaime, as kind as he was most of the time, was a constant reminder of everything you had lost. And yet, he was your refuge in that strange place that was Casterly Rock - the only one that didn't look like a poisoned snake among the golden stones.

You, Ned St—rk's eldest daughter, were still young and, despite your strength, pregnancy was a bewildering experience. Carrying a Lanni— baby in your womb seemed like a burden you could never imagine bearing. Today, the opulence of a party shone around you. You, with your belly already evident, were sitting among other ladies, engaged in conversations that sounded more like judgments masked by curiosity.

They asked about pregnancy, motherhood and, with an almost cruel tone, what your parents would think of you now. Their words hammered away at your young mind, already overloaded with anxiety, but you kept the sweet, diplomatic smile you had learned to use so well. Inside, however, all you wanted was to get away from that suffocating wheel.

Your eyes searched for Jaime, almost like an instinct. When they finally found him, he immediately understood the silent cry for help. Without hesitation, He crossed the hall and stopped next to her, the assurance in his posture dispelling the tension around him.

"Excuse me, ladies," he said, his voice firm but polished. "I need to steal my wife away for a moment."