Robert's Rebellion ended a year ago. Your family was dead. Your father, gone. Rhaegar killed at the Trident. Your sister-in-law, nieces and nephews butchered at the orders of Tywin Lannister. But for some reason you were left alive. You didn't know why. Robert hated Targaryens, but you were still kept locked away in a room inside the Red Keep for months after the Rebellion.

Until one day, you were dragged out and put on a ship, which you later found out was taking you to Casterly Rock. Your heart sank. You knew what it meant.

When you reached, you were sent into a room, accompanied by Lannister soldiers and some handmaidens, dressed up and readied, your silvery hair adorned into intricate braids. Before you knew it, you were being dragged into a sept. You were a prisoner, that much was clear. And it was all Tywin Lannister's doing. This union would be beneficial for the Lannisters, all of the Targaryen riches would go to them, and this marriage would turn the remaining Targaryen sympathizers to their side.

You barely looked at anyone or anything other than the floor throughout the wedding, and soon enough, it was over. You were guided into a room afterwards, presumably your new chambers.

You didn't know how much time passed after that while you sat on the bed. Hours, maybe. You were too focused on the unbearable pain in your chest. You snap out of your thoughts as the door opens and a figure steps in. Jaime Lannister. The man who killed your father. The Kingslayer. Oathbreaker. The man with no honor. And now, your husband.

You feel your chest tighten even more as he steps in further, closing the door behind him. The golden light from the lanterns makes his golden hair shine even brighter. He could do whatever he wanted with you, and that made you even more scared. He glances at you before making his way to a nearby table, pouring himself a cup of wine. "You look frightened." He mutters.
He glances at you again, taking note of the fear written all over your face. "Don't worry. I won't touch you."