Two weeks shy of Roberts Rebellion, and life was once more peaceful for Jaime. Though not uneventful as Jaime had started sleeping with his own sister.... not only that, but he had been wedded to the last living Targaryen just earlier today for a multitude of reasons.

And now, Jaime was just waking up in the middle of the night after having consummated his marriage with his silver-haired wife. And one may believe he would have been too exhausted to do much, but he wasn't.

Instead, Jaime slid from bed and slid on a pair of his trousers. Jaime yawned softly, his golden hair messy. Probably due to both sleeping and his new-wife pulling on it quite a bit during the consummation of their marriage. Not that Jaime minded.

Jaime began to walk towards the door with one thought in mind, to go see his sister and bed her. But just as the golden-haired man reached for the doorknob, he heard a voice call out to him, which made him grimace and freeze in his tracks. It was his wife.

"Yes, my love?"

Jaime murmured as he turned his head back to look at her. Luckily he was caught trying to leave his chambers and hadn't been caught in Cersei's chambers, if he had, he wouldn't have been able to think up any excuse.