@youngestdcg said "what a mess." { As discussed }
The sound of music and raucous laughter permeate cold stone walls even now, near an hour after Jaime and his new bride had been carried to their bedchamber. He'd thrown the golden robe about his naked frame the moment the gaggle of people had left them alone, mind void of intent to consummate their marriage that night, if ever.
It is not because his wife is unattractive, no. She is quite the pretty little thing. Kind too, by all accounts. But this marriage had not been borne out of love. He sits here as Lord of Casterly Rock, with Lady Iren Clegane as his wife...all because doing so had spared his little brother from execution.
"It truly is a mess, isn't it," he says with an empty chuckle, making himself look up at her as she sits across the table from him in their chambers. "But my brother still has his head and my father will still have his lineage. And I suppose, if we try, you and I might one day have our happiness."
