The wedding. Her wedding.

Could it be called such if there had been no ceremony? No feast? No bedding?

Had Tyrion known? Is that why he had seemed so distant; why he had looked so filled with thought and possessed such doubtful looks?

Jennisei had stood there, not by will but by duty, humiliated. Surrounded by silence in the Grand Hall, her family had not been present to provide comfort, they had not been invited.

The scent from the fresh beautiful southern flowers was enough to suffocate her, the ivory petal hanging down from the fine gold vases ingrained with lions. She was hugged by ivory silk with a long train dragging out behind her. The design was meant to make the nobles gasp at it's beauty; to convince them to adore the woman who wore it and stun the man that would greet her at the alter.

There had been no man at the alter. All of the seats were filled, arranged perfectly in lines on either side of her but all sitting Lannister guests. All of their eyes were set on her, her alone, at an empty alter in front of an elderly fumbling Septon.

All of those seats were empty now of course. The noble families had left, returned home with heavy distaste for having had their time wasted. The food, prepared by the kitchen staff over the past several days, had been scrapped and fed to the dogs, the horses, the servants. The Lemon cakes and honey buns sent down to the city of Lannisport as an offering to the common people, an apology for the empty promise of a celebration.

The disappointment she suffered was what sent Jennisei into shock. The way her heart twisted as if Jaime had opened up her ribcage and took a hold of it himself, wrapping his strong hand around the pulsing organ until it stopped.

She had not called the Castle her home long, only a few short days, but they had been spent mostly in Jaime's company. He had shown her the grounds, taken her down to the sea front and even challenged her to a clashing of swords while no one was watching. Jennisei had thought everything was going well, possibly too well. After meeting his sister, she had been worried about what the Lady Lannister's influence would cause, but then as the days went on and the couple grew closer those fears hard sharp dissolved.

Jennisei thought they were enjoying each other's company, she thought they were able to laugh and tell stories of their past with ease. She felt herself falling for the young Lion already, his charm even hard for her to hide from.

But now she knew that she had thought wrong.

It was not even just herself who had been kept waiting; his father had been stood to the side of her, tapping his foot and glancing at the door more frequently with each second which passed. Tywin Lannister had been the one to put a stop to the ceremony and call it a failure, his low protruding voice telling half of Westeros to go home. Once the sept was empty, he had turned to her and told her to go to her chamber, to change and to wait for him. He would join her shortly.

Jennisei was still waiting when the sun had long since set. She had sat, grateful for the dull candle light disguising the tear stains on her cheeks even though the room was bare, and tried not to crease the silk she stayed wearing. The wedding could happen, he could come back. They could still be wed. But truly, she knew it was over. She knew she had failed. But everything had felt calmer once the day was gone, it had been a little easier for Jennisei to convince herself it had all been a bad dream.

However the nightmare became worse, quite quickly.

The Lord of Casterly Rock came finally, once the entire Kingdom was sleeping. He informed her that his son had not shown himself, he was in fact still missing. It had been assumed that Jaime Lannister had fled to Kings Landing, fleeing to sign himself to Aeyrs's Kingsguard. She never found out the reason for that insinuation but that did not matter, the simple fact was Jaime would rather sign up for a life of loneliness, than marry her.

The shame on Tywin's face had been evident, not to mention his anger. Jennisei had feared him terribly but, against her predictions, he had offered her his greatest apologies on behalf of his son and House Lannister.

But he had arranged for her to travel home that very same night. She would not need to go alone, no, Tywin Lannister's finest men would of course accompany her to a Deepwood Motte and keep her safe.

The disappointment had swept over her upon hearing that news, but overall she had been heartbroken. Not even the old Lion's word, upon him leaving her chambers had lightened her mood. "The Lannister's owe you a dept, My Lady." A week ago she would have scoffed, laughed, bellowed even; but now, nothing. Not even a stirring of humour.

At the alter, something in her had broken deep within her, like fragments of glass, piercing and burrowing deeper each time she remembered. The pain, although not emotional, sparked a flame which boiled into hatred quick; to quick for her to control. There was a sensation, not a voice for she had not been pushed so far as to delve into madness, but a feeling, a need. Jennisei wanted to hurt someone, something. Simply smashing one of the family's heirlooms would not do, she wanted to hurt them, she wanted to hurt him. Jaime Lannister.

But she had not be allowed that opportunity. Instead she had packed her bag with help from no one and then mounted her horse and never looked back, promising to not shed another tear.

Though the day replayed itself in her mind through the long days and sleepless nights she travelled. Even as she rode through the gates of her home, a place which already felt so foreign to her, she saw Jaime riding into the courtyard and a version of herself was stood by her mothers side; a girl who was a stranger to herself now.

"My daughter, it is so good to have you home." Stephan was the first to greet leading with a wide smile, his short strides quick causing him to waddle. He helped her down from Winter, a hand softly supporting her back, and then at the first opportunity he got, her father pulled her into a bone crushing embrace.

"Father." Jennisei whispered, her weak voice muffled by his thick furs, and wrapped her arms tight around his neck. This was home. Like the waves which crashed upon the rocks at Casterly Rock, comfort swept over her like a thick wooden blanket.

"Jennisei." A voice, more frail than her own, spoke as she pulled back. Amira was stood a foot or so away, sheepish. "My darling." Her mother was breathless and she need not say any more for Jennisei to understand and step into her mothers arms. "Was your journey home alright?" Amira asked, ears pressed against Jennisei's ear, her warm breath caressing the cold skin of her neck.

"Too long." Still, Jennisei was yet to smile. There had not been much. Abuse for such expression of emotion on her ride, the men were silent and the surrounding bleak. Even now, with her mother now holding her cheek and gently pouting her lips, Jennisei could only continue to frown. "I am tired. May I be excused?"

"Would you not like to eat?" Stephan asked. "You must be hungry, sweet child." There was no reply and Lord Rosemyre shifted on the spot before awkwardly coughing to try and clear the air. "Of course, you are tired. Go and rest."

There was no hesitation and within just a few moments, with the heavy wool of her northern dress sweeping out behind her, Jennisei got lost in the dark hallways of her home. Compared to the vast open halls of Casterly Rock, the sweating walls were claustrophobic. It was more of a tomb than a Castle and the passages wound around each other like a maze but she would never get lost. For as long as she lived her own mental map of the castle would never be forgotten.

However, as she opened the door to her room and admired the space she had grown up in, it felt as tough she was visiting after years of absence. New furs were spread across her bed and the chests of dresses were now empty. It was a shell, sparse and cold and lacking all identity.

It fit her. It fit her perfectly.