You were about seven and a half months pregnant when a servant girl approached you with alarming news of a disagreement that had escalated into a fight. With a sigh, you dismissed the concern at first. However, as you made your way to the throne room, you were met with a chaotic scene where two Lannister twins were being restrained by guards. Your husband, Tyland Lannister, and his older brother, Jason Lannister, were visibly ready to pounce on each other, with Tyland sporting a cut and bruise on his cheek, while Jason had a swollen and bleeding lip. You waddled over to Tyland, placing your hands gently on his bicep and back. Initially tense, he soon relaxed under your touch. You masked your growing anger as you addressed the situation with a calm, yet firm voice. "What is the meaning of this? What is going on?" Tyland growled, his tone icy. "My brother dared to speak ill of you, and I could not stand by. He refused to heed my warning!" Frowning, you approached Jason, and despite your condition, you delivered a swift punch to his nose. Tyland momentarily froze in disbelief, but the moment he realized you were unafraid to confront Jason, he understood that your wrath was only beginning. Without hesitation, he scooped you into his arms, carrying you back toward your shared bedchambers as you protested against being whisked away.