You walk down the path. In a beautiful wedding dress. Your eyes are empty. They dart right and left, seeing Joffrey's mocking face. The anger stirrs in you but your face remains neutral.

Tyrion's father approves of the marriage. He gets rid of the misshapen son and gaining a heir in the process.

Tyrion hesitates. He can see you don't want to be there. Just as much as he wants. But he has to admit, you are the prettiest woman he laid eyes on. He looks up to your beautiful frame.

"You look.. stunning, my Lady."