A/N: I have not read the books yet. My knowledge of the series is limited to that gleaned from the TV show and from various spoileriffic fanblogs. Because of said fanblogs, however, my fanfics typically combine both TV show and book references. Apologies for any inaccuracies!
In my dreams it is your wedding day, and you do not turn away, you stand openly before the Realm with me at your side. The entire wedding party is arrayed in our colors: Lannister red, Lannister gold.
You are yourself. You wear the lion cloak of our mutual birthright, never to be replaced with the cloak of enemy dragon, enemy stag. You are yourself and thus mine, never to leave, never to be sold like a horse to some stranger. The Targaryens did this for three hundred years, because their daughters were precious to them: they knew that the dragon blood could manifest as easily in the female line as in the male. They would not see their power go to a strange House, nor take into theirs a liar, wearing their cloak but secretly loyal only to her own blood. The blood tells, as always.
I catch your eye as they put the stranger's cloak on you. I mouth the words: Remember this morning. You turn away but the blush on your cheek tells, as does your hair.
Lannister red, Lannister gold.