Lions of The Rock || Jaime & Sansa
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Jaime Lannister hated weddings. The vows, the feast, guests who had never truly cared for their relatives gathering simply to take part in the drunkenness of it all.
The wine in Jaime's cup wasn't nearly as strong as he'd needed it to be. He was still sober enough that people were approaching him to congratulate him on his marriage. Had he been completely and utterly wasted like he wanted to be, they may have left him alone.
His bride seemed similarly uncomfortable with the attention. Sansa had barely spoken since they had left Casterly Rock's sept and made their way to the great hall for the feast.
Did she fear him? Of course she did. He was a Lannister, the very family that had made her life hell since she was a young girl. She was a woman grown now, past her twentieth nameday, but Jaime knew that the things his family had done to her would stay with her forever.
Undoubtedly, this cruelty was the worst. Jaime had agreed to return to his role as heir to the Lannister fortune so that his brother might be spared execution. He had expected his father to choose a bride from Dorne or Highgarden. But no. His father had chosen Lady Sansa. A mockery for them both.
He had never harmed her, though. If anything, he had always shown her kindness. Hells, he had sworn a vow to her mother that he would see her safe. He was not about to break that now.
"My lady," he said quietly after what felt like hours. "We could retire to our chambers if you'd feel more comfortable there? I doubt anyone here is sober enough to care."
It was then that he realised what his words could imply. Of course, he doubted he would bed her that night. Neither of them wished to, that much was clear.
"To sleep, I mean. We don't have to...consummate our marriage..."
