[It's the day of their wedding and Jaime, moved by irresistible curiosity, manages to sneak into Brienne's room, where she's preparing for the ceremony. Uncaring of all traditions and superstitions, he talks to his beautiful bride].
She was already wearing her wedding gown, or at least the lower part of it, since her bare shoulders were still visible under the blanket she had randomly thrown on them to protect her from the everlasting northern chill that seemed to be clinging to Winterfell's very walls, even though winter was supposed to be almost over.
She turned towards him: disconcert in her blue eyes and reprimand ready on the tip of her tongue.
"Remember when I told you, you were even uglier in daylight?" he whispered with his usual flirty smirk but still with a little guilt crossing his green eyes.
"I was wrong", his voice went lower.
She moved closer: "Do you remember that day I tried to kill you on that bridge?", she smiled, challenging him with her look.
"I was right".
He snorted in amusement.
"Go away now, Lannister. Before I change my mind".