Brienne looked out at the capitol from her window, the feeling of not wanting to be anywhere near Kings Landing overwhelming her. It had been two months since J-Ser Jaime had left Winterfell to go back to his sister, two months since she had resigned herself to never seeing him again. She had begged him not to go, knowing that it would be a death sentence with the battle between Cersei and the Dragon Queen. But he had gone anyway, leaving her crying in the snow as he galloped away.
Only, what she had feared had not come to pass. Lord Tyrion had succeeded where she had failed, and had not let him go into the capitol, saving his life. Now, that fear had turned into anger- both at him and at herself. An anger that had only grown fiercer at the arranged marriage that had been plotted between her Lady Sansa and Lord Tyrion.
Now, she was here, and she was expected to marry the man who had broken her heart. She had yet to see him, but her time was running out before she would be expected to say her vows. Her fists clenched as she heard the knock on her door and footsteps approaching her.
"Is it time then?" She asked in a monotone voice, trying not to show any emotion.
