For the last few miles, Leana had simply found it to warm in the carriage, and went on horseback. She was surrounded by her personal handmaiden, several other ladies-in-waiting and a few guards. Her wolf ran alongside her, never growing tired. She envied her direwolf, even sitting, she was tired. She had been continuously fatigued for a week now. It was no fun. She would force herself to do what she had to, only taking short naps when absolutely necessary - but it had become difficult since it was too warm in the carriage.
Near the front of the parade, she looked at the people who were gathering, to look as if she was royalty. Her Lord Husband has ridden ahead with Tyrion to greet their father before Leanna got there. Leanna would not meet him until the evening, which was only a few hours away.
She put on a smile, wanting to make a good impression on the people. She would someday be the Lady of Casterly Rock, alongside Jaime. It terrified her. She had only ever thought that she would be married off to one of the Mormonts or the Karstarks... never to the biggest, richest and most famous family. Especially, since there was apparently a feud between them.
She was taken aback by the size of the castle. It was easily more than twice the size of the Stark's castle. Stopping her horse, she was immediately assisted by a squire, to get down. She thanked the boy before he ran off. Ashara followed shortly behind, paces behind.
Leana' eyes wandered as she walked out of the crowd to the doors of the castle, which were open and inviting. The Castle was beautiful, made of a pale stone. It was much different to Winterfell, but that was a good thing... it was nice to have a change.
The heat was slightly uncomfortable, but she was sure she would get used to it.
More servants made their way down to the arriving party. This was another thing. Leana had only ever had a handful of servants in the entire house. Here they seemed to have a handful of servants for every lady or lord.
Leana was guided up the steps and into the marvellous building. It was beautifully built.
"Leana!" Jaime became visible, standing on the other side of the room by a impressive staircase.
She regarded him with a smile as she approached him. "It is truly a stunning castle."
"I am glad you like it. I'll give you a tour, soon. I imagine you want to rest."
He stood in a ray of light that shone through a small window, his golden hair as radiant as the sun. He was truly a Lannister, and he was home.
Leana stood aside with Jaime, letting the many servants carry in her trunks of clothing and other necessary belongings. Afterwards, finally able to walk into the new room.
"This is your room?"
"For the duration of my life." Jaime confirmed. Leana smiled cutely.
"Little Jaime Lannister. I bet you were always causing trouble for your father."
"Alongside Tyrion of course." He smirked, "...And now, it is our room. Of course, in order for it to be proper, you have your own room down the hall."
The pair were interrupted by a brisk knocking on the door.
"My lady?" Ashara's voice made it's way through the thick door.
Leana answered it, "I am fine Ashara. I will ask for you when I am in need of service."
"Of course, my lady." Ashara responded, before once again leaving them alone.
"I am so sorry." Leana remarked, taking a seat on the oversized bed. It could fit six people on it, comfortably.
She let a sigh of contentment escape her lips as she relaxed on the comfortable mattress,
"It is no problem. Enjoying yourself?"
"It is heaven."
Before continuing to her, he bolted the door. He crawled behind her on the bed and unlaced the bodice of the thin, northern style dress. It was still rather thick for the heat of the south.
She stood up, and let the gown fall to the floor with a soft thud. The gown had been plain blue, a royal blue. It was just a casual dress, yet it was still uncomfortable. She owned dresses without corseted bodices, but for the arrival in Casterly Rock, she had to look at least a bit decent.
"You're naked."
"It was too warm for small clothes. It added an extra layer. It was either go without small clothes, or a dress. I thought that you would favour the former." Leana explained.
"You thought correctly. If any of my men looked at you desirably, I'd remove their eyes." He said playfully, yet protectively pulling his wife onto his lap.
"That may be a little extreme."
"You are mine, I do not like sharing." He growled, a lustful glint in his eye.
"What about sharing a bath?"
Later that day Leana had explored her own room, when she had left Jaime to change for her evening meal with her new father in law. She tried to put the thought to the back of her head, also trying to convince herself that everything would go smoothly.
Surely Lord Tywin could not be as unpleasant as everyone made him out to be. Besides, Tyrion and Jaime had promised to divert the attention from her.
Ashara helped her lace the specially made dress that fitted her body perfectly. She had asked that the dress was not of Lannister colours, incase Lord Tywin deemed her unworthy of the Lannister name. Her dress was instead a pale blue, the same colour as the sea. The sleeves were short, as they needed to be in this heat. The dress was off shoulder and dipped slightly lower than she felt necessary at her breasts.
Her new maids had assured her it was the style in the south, and that her attire was not inappropriate for her highborn status. The dress pooled at her feet, and dragged behind her as she walked, rippling like water.
The bodice was only lightly boned, which allowed her more comfort.
When the time came, she took a deep breath in.
A knock on the door was swiftly followed by it being opened, and Jaime entering.
His lips extended into a grin, his eyes roaming over his wife.
"You look stunning."
"Thank you, my lord. And you look very handsome."
His grin turned to a smirk. He held his arm out so Leana could thread hers with his, and she accepted the offer, linking arms with him. Together they walked to the private dining hall of Tywin. For the duration of the walk Jaime reassured her, noting how nervous she was. She was doing it for Jaime as well as herself, she couldn't embarrass her lord husband in front of his father.
The doors were opened by servants, and Leana got her first glimpse of Lord Tywin, who was standing at the top of the table, with Tyrion at the opposite end.
His face was emotionless, until he saw his new daughter. His eyes studied her carefully, and Leana found herself speechless. She held herself confidently, not showing any weakness, as her husband had instructed her to do.
Tywin's gaze broke away from her and he walked to the seat to the right of him and pulled out the chair. Gesturing to it, he spoke, "Lady Leana, welcome to Casterly Rock"