"No matter how dark the moment, love and hope are always possible."
-George Chakiris
Chapter Twelve – The White Wedding
The day had finally arrived. Today was the day Caryssa would become the new Lady Lannister of Casterly Rock. Today was the day her father would lead her past hundreds of guests in the Great Sept of Baelor and give her hand to Ser Jaime Lannister, and she would become his lady wife, and he her lord husband.
Caryssa was racking with nerves. Outwardly, she appeared as calm as she did on every other given day, but inwardly, she was shaking like a tiny leaf in the harsh northern winds during the summer snows. Septa Mordane and Daena had woke her up much earlier than she thought was really necessary and practically pushing her into a bath of hot, scented water. They scrubbed her skin until she thought it would bleed, and then washed her hair with more scented oils. Caryssa wondered what difference it would make to Jaime if her hair smelled like the same white roses or if it smelled ordinary, as she knew after the actual ceremony that he would only be after one thing and it wasn't going to be a sniff of her pretty smelling hair.
Once she was out of the bath, and dry, they dressed her in her wedding gown, tightening the laces in the back, until her bosom was slightly more pronounced, something that made her roll her eyes, and it was a little more difficult to breathe. Even when she asked them to loosen it, the septa told her to stop complaining.
Catching sight of herself in the floor length mirror in her room, Caryssa could hardly believe her eyes. She had never actually seen herself in the dress, and, while she did not like the Queen in the slightest, she could see that Cersei had excellent taste. The gown was made of white silk with a layer of white lace with a flower pattern over the top of it, the sleeves and bust were well fitted, with an off-white belt to bring in the waist, with the skirt flowing down past her ankles so it brushed the ground when she walked.
Caryssa thought herself to be a true beauty in the dress, marveling at how it felt against her skin, and how it looked. She wondered what Jaime would think of it. He more than likely would make a crude suggestion on how it would look better on the floor of his chambers than on her.
Eventually, her sisters and the Queen and Princess Myrcella joined Caryssa, the young girls looking excited (except Arya, who complained that her wedding was getting in the way of her dance lessons) for what the day would bring. Caryssa sat in a chair by her vanity table, her hair all brushed through and clean, waiting for the women behind her to decide what they were going to do with her hair. The Queen was advocating for an intricate southern style, while Septa Mordane wanted to do a simple northern braid leaving most of her hair down to flow around her shoulders.
Caryssa wanted the northern style. She wanted to feel comfortable and normal, but she knew that her opinion would not really matter. It did not even feel like her wedding. It felt like the kingdom's wedding. It felt like everyone, but her, had a say in what happened, how it happened and what it all looked like.
When she was a child, no older than nine or ten, she talked to her mother about what type of wedding she wanted. Caryssa had always wanted to be married in front of a weirwood tree, to say her vows in front of the old gods, to be married in a true Northern way. Her mother had smiled, and said, that when the time came, Caryssa could have anything she wished as it would be her day.
Yet, she had nothing of what she wanted, but that didn't mean she wouldn't try.
"I would like northern braids, and Sansa's flower circlet. I would like that one thing, if that's not too much to ask," Caryssa snapped, as the queen made another comment on how Caryssa would no longer be a northerner once marrying her brother so clinging to her northern ways was almost childish. "I am sure Jaime would prefer my hair to be down anyway."
"Little Dove, you can do your sister's hair, since she wants something so simple." Cersei commented, her lip curling into a smirk that let Caryssa know that the whole 'simple' bit was meant as an insult.
Caryssa said nothing in return, but simply stared back at the queen as she draped herself across a chaise, sipping from a large goblet of wine. Cersei wore a crimson dress with gold embellishments, her hair twisted up and out of her face in one of the very designs she had been advocating for the Stark woman. Yet Caryssa felt she would look silly with her hair like that, especially in comparison to Cersei. There was a reason that men called the lioness the most beautiful woman in the seven kingdoms, and Caryssa did not want yet another reason to feel inadequate when it came to Cersei.
She was just the Beauty of the North, Cersei was the Beauty of all Westeros. She couldn't even compare to the older woman, in her eyes, but she wouldn't let Cersei have that satisfaction. Caryssa would have her own style and be her own woman without following the rest of the women in court. She'd remain true to herself and her northern roots.
Sansa was more than happy to do Caryssa's hair, twisting and tugging, brushing it through again, before she had finally finished. It looked beautiful, and far less simple than Cersei had said. One large thick braid fell down her back, on top of a curtain of her dark hair, with smaller braids twisted through it and falling down her back. Sansa then placed the white and winter rose circlet on top of her head, and Caryssa beamed proudly.
"Thank you, little wolf. It's beautiful," Caryssa stated, rising from her seat, and kissing Sansa's cheek. She then stole a glance at Arya, surprised that her hair was neatly braided and she was wearing a pretty grey dress, similarly designed to Sansa's light blue one. "I must be dreaming, after all, I had not heard the usual battle that comes with getting this little wolf into a dress."
"Septa Mordane told me that I wasn't allowed to cause trouble on your special day." Arya huffed, and Caryssa laughed.
"Not even a little? That sounds absolutely boring." Caryssa replied, a smile still spread across her lips. If she couldn't have her mother with her, her sisters would be comfort enough. If Arya managed to cause even a little mischief at this wedding or the feast after, Caryssa would feel a little less homesick.
"This is my brother's wedding. No one is going to embarrass him, especially not wild little wolves." Cersei snapped, and Caryssa did not even turn to look at the queen, bending down to kiss Arya on the forehead, then her cheek, so she was close enough to whisper something in her ear. The frown on the youngest Stark girl's face disappeared almost instantly, and she nodded once.
Caryssa straightened up, before walking over to the trunk in her room that held her wedding shoes. Grey-silver slippers with glittering beads sewn all over, they were very pretty. Caryssa slipped them on, before turning back to the women behind her.
"I think I'm ready."
A knock came at the open door, and Caryssa saw her father stood there, his eyes fixed on her, almost as though he were dazed at the sight of her. She wondered if it was really her he was seeing or his sister, something that only bothered her a little.
"Not without this," He murmured, stepping into the room, a large, heavy piece of cloth in his arms. Her maiden cloak, she realized, as he unfolded it. "Your mother started sewing this for you when you were born. She made sure I had it before we left Winterfell."
Caryssa's eyes glassed over with unshed tears that she tried her best to hold in, as Ned stepped closer to his daughter, wrapping the cloak around her shoulders and fiddling with the clasps until he was sure it would not fall. Caryssa had barely noticed that all the women had left, too absorbed in this one beautiful moment with her father to see them all shuffle out to leave for the Great Sept of Baelor.
Ned wanted to weep for the first time since Bran had fallen, but he didn't. He could see that his daughter was struggling to keep up her mask of indifference, the one she opted for when she was feeling vulnerable, and knew that he had to be strong for her. Ned grasped her hands in one of his, using his free hand to force her chin up so she would look at him.
"I am, as I always have been, proud of you. I don't know if I say that enough," Ned muttered, his eyes on their hands for a moment before lifting to those shocking blue Tully eyes she had inherited from her mother. The one thing that did not belong to his sister. "I've fought wars, rebellions, battles…and nothing has terrified me so much as standing here with you on your wedding day. The day I lose my daughter to another man."
"You aren't losing me, I told you that." Caryssa tried to smile, let him know that she had finally accepted her fate, but she wasn't sure it was very convincing. She knew that there were a lot worse men out there than Jaime Lannister, and that maybe their marriage would work out well, like her parents' one did.
Ned Stark nodded, remembering her words from the other day.
I am a Stark of Winterfell, the She-Wolf of the North, and your daughter, first, last and always.
She would always be his, would always be an untamable she-wolf with the cold of the North flowing through her veins, the essence of Winterfell in her blood. Ned knew that if Jaime Lannister thought he could change his daughter into a lioness then he would end up a miserable man indeed.
"I know that things are difficult, tensions between our family and his will cause problems, but you should know this…if he hurts you, I'll kill him."
"If he hurts me, he'd be dead long before you could get your hands on him." Caryssa stated, and, having heard the millions of death threats she had issued to his ward, Theon Greyjoy, over the years, Ned was not surprised to hear those words fall from his daughter's lips.
"Come. Everyone is waiting." Ned said, offering her his arm.
She took it, and Ned led his daughter to her future, unsure of whether he had made the right choice in marrying her off to a Lannister.
Only the Gods could see all ends, and only time would tell if his choice was right or wrong.
When the doors to the Great Sept opened, revealing all the people it held within, the nervous Caryssa had all but vanished. She had channeled the grace her mother had tried to instill in her, and the confidence Robb often exuded. She kept her head raised high, and a smile on her lips, ignoring the murmuring of those around her that threatened to distract her.
Her father's hand on her arm only reassured her further, as they walked up the aisle and up the steps to where Jaime stood, dressed in deep red clothes trimmed with gold, waiting for her. Ned removed the maiden cloak from her shoulders, symbolically removing her from his protection, and, with an almost dramatic flourish, Jaime removed his cloak of House Lannister and draped it around her shoulders, making her his.
Caryssa eyed him, as she took his hand and let him lead her up another couple of steps until they were stood before the High Septon. Jaime was smiling, not a smirk, a real smile, and it confused Caryssa. She did not think that their marriage would bring him happiness, after all, he was adamantly keeping his position as a knight of the Kingsguard. So why was he smiling so widely?
The High Septon stepped forward, a length of cloth in his hand to wrap around their joined hands, and began to speak.
"Let it be known that Caryssa of the House Stark, and Jaime of the House Lannister are one heart," The High Septon declared, wrapping the cloth around their hands, and placing his hand on top. Caryssa locked eyes with her husband as the cloth was removed, and allowed a small smile to grace her face. "One flesh, and one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder! Look upon one another and say the words."
Jaime and Caryssa spoke their vows together, as was the custom, and Caryssa could barely hear herself say them. All she could think was that now she was a Lannister. She was married.
She would never go home again.
"With this kiss, I pledge my love." Jaime declared, following tradition, his green eyes never leaving her blue ones, before he leaned in and pressed a firm kiss to her lips, both of them pulling away to the sound of applause.
Tearing her eyes off of his, Caryssa swallowed the lump in her throat and beamed at the congregation, who still applauded the newly married couple. Her eyes found her family, and the smile she was faking became real as she watched Sansa clapping almost too enthusiastically, a wide grin on her face, Arya looking positively bored as she clapped half-heartedly and her father worried as he looked upon her, and she knew that he was second guessing himself again.
Caryssa was a Stark in name no longer. Now the world would know her as Lady Caryssa of House Lannister, and, for now, she did not know what exactly she felt about that fact.
All she knew was she very nearly trusted the man she stood beside, enough so to marry him, and for now that would be enough.
Love would have to come later.
The feast was a small affair in the Great Hall of the Red Keep, but Caryssa was pleased with it. She sat with Jaime at the left side of the King and Queen, talking quietly with him about anything and everything; about Casterly Rock, about how he had servants move her belongings during the ceremony to the rooms they would be sharing as man and wife, about his uncles who had come to their wedding and his father who had not been able to make it.
Caryssa was not all that disappointed about the lack of Tywin Lannister at her wedding, but she was disappointed that Tyrion had not made it back. He had written her a letter, sending his most humble of apologies for being absent from their celebrations, but he had just left the Wall and was making his way to Winterfell before journeying the Kingsroad back to the capitol. She hoped that he and her mother would not cross paths, as she knew her mother's temper would surely get her in to trouble.
Caryssa sighed. Her mother. She wished her mother and her brothers were with them. Robb had always promised to dance with her at her wedding, and to threaten her new husband to keep her happy or he'd rip said man to pieces with his bare hands. Caryssa had always laughed at him when he said that, but she'd always thank him for it. Now she wished he was here to keep his promises.
But he was in Winterfell, miles and miles and miles away from her.
"You wish that the rest of your family were here, don't you?" Jaime questioned, reclaiming her attention, and she nodded, popping a grape from her plate into her mouth. She had not eaten much, her insides twisted with nerves for what was to come, but she tried to eat enough that the wine she was drinking would not go to her head.
"My family is important to me. I would have liked them to be here, especially my mother," Caryssa sighed again, but shook her head. "Bran is still too weak to travel and he needs a lot of care and attention. And there must always be a Stark in Winterfell. I understand why it was impossible."
"Yet, you still wish they had come."
"Stupid and irrational as it may be, yes. Do you wish that your father had been able to attend?" Caryssa asked, taking another sip of wine to calm herself.
The feast had been going on for some time now, and she knew that any moment now, some drunken letch would call out for the bedding ceremony to begin. Call her a prude, but Caryssa had always thought the bedding ceremony to be barbaric and distasteful. Only a bride's husband should see her naked, not scores of other men.
"Do you really wish to talk about my father or do you wish to leave before the king announces its time for the bedding?"
Caryssa eyed him curiously, wondering why he was playing at being gallant, and opened her mouth to question him about it, when he leaned further towards her.
"I do not want any other man to see exactly what is under that beautiful dress of yours. It's our wedding and I'd rather not have to kill several men for staring at my naked wife." Jaime explained, his warm breath leaving the skin of her neck heated and tingling.
She had never really felt attracted to other men before. The men she spent most of her time with in Winterfell had been her brothers, her father, the master, and Jory. She had believed once that she had felt something more than friendly affection for Jory at one point in her life, but she realized that it was really just a friendly love.
With Jaime, while he frustrated her beyond belief at times and he could be crude and verbally repugnant, there was no denying that he was by far the most handsome she had seen, that had not been related to her. She was physically attracted to him, she knew, and she had actually begun to be comfortable in his company, which is why she had fought him so hard.
At the time of their betrothal, she had thought it was in her best interests to fight her attraction for him, to hide those feelings beneath an icy exterior, in case she could make her father change his mind. Then she had come to know Jaime, and her father did not change his mind, and she realized that underneath his mask of arrogance and bravado, Ser Jaime was not as bad as he wished everyone to believe.
Now, Caryssa nodded her acceptance, and rose from the table with her husband. The King was not in his seat anymore and everyone else was too drunk or too occupied with their own conversations to notice the bride and groom sneak out of the hall. Except Ned Stark. He caught Jaime's eyes, and nodded his approval, surprising the Lannister man. Ned Stark giving him his approval? Times really had changed.
Once they reached his bedchamber, Caryssa heard the click of the lock on the door as Jaime bolted it behind them, as she noticed that he really had gotten her things moved. Her vanity table was pushed up against the far corner, with her brush, hand mirror, jewelry box and hair things all neatly placed on top. She moved to his closet and saw her dresses hanging next to his clothes. Her books were stacked on her bookshelf, and she saw the trunks with her shoes and weapons in them by the vanity table.
The comfort of seeing her belongings, things from home, almost evaporated completely when her eyes found the large bed.
"I hope everything is to your liking. Your sister gave your handmaiden a list of things she thought you would like to bring over. She's going to bring your wolf here in a couple of days once we're settled." Jaime informed her, handing her a goblet of wine, which she accepted gratefully, taking large gulps of the sweet Dornish wine to calm her nerves again.
Caryssa moved away from him to her vanity where she placed her goblet down and started to remove all the pins and braids Sansa had put into her hair. It gave her a little more time, but Jaime seemed to sense that she was stalling because of her nerves. She felt him behind her before she really even knew he was there, so she didn't start when his fingers brushed her long hair over her shoulder, before they moved to the laces of her dress.
The she-wolf bit her lip as his fingers ghosted down her spine every time he undid a lace, more aroused by simple touches than she thought she would be. Every so often, his lips would press against the soft skin of her neck and shoulders, and Caryssa bit back sighs of pleasure. He was being gentle. Far more gentle than his sister had told her to expect.
Cersei had called her to afternoon tea in her solar, and, as she was the queen, Caryssa was forced to accept the invitation. As soon as their tea had been served and Caryssa had taken the first sip, Cersei had started talk about the upcoming wedding, the only conversation the Stark woman seemed to have with anyone as the wedding grew closer.
They talked politely about her dress as it had now been finished, and whether the king or her father would walk her down the aisle. Caryssa had chosen her father, though she had thanked the king for his offer, and the queen seemed to become less tense at her answer. Then the conversation took a rather unwanted turn, in Caryssa's point of view at least.
"Did your mother tell you what to expect from the marriage bed, Lady Caryssa?" Cersei questioned, and Caryssa's body tensed and she paused in taking a sip of her sweet tea, lowering the cup back to the table.
"Yes, Your Grace. Why do you ask?"
"I simply doubt she prepared you for Jaime. That is all, little wolf. After all, Jaime is a warrior, a knight of the Kingsguard. Warriors are far rougher when taking a woman than most men. Robert was the same. All sweetness and civility in public, than brutal when he took my maidenhead," Cersei stated, as if it was perfectly normal to talk about such things at afternoon tea with the woman you hated who was going to marry your brother. "I imagine Jaime will be the same. He most likely will not have had much opportunity to sate himself since we were in the northern wasteland you called home. Yet you will do your duty to him as his wife, and take the pain he inflicts, and bear him sons. Won't you, Lady Stark?"
"Yes, Your Grace." Caryssa bit out through gritted teeth, not knowing that her future husband had heard every word his sister had said.
"I won't hurt you, wife." Jaime murmured against her skin, her dress falling away as he tugged loose the last lace and pooling at her feet, leaving her in a thin white shift.
"Good," Caryssa managed to choke out, turning around to face him, surprised when she saw he had already removed his doublet and tunic, leaving him bare chested. She felt her cheeks redden as she stared, but tore her eyes away from his torso and to his face. "Because if you did, you'd become more acquainted with your hands than you would with me."
Jaime barked out a laugh at her words, causing an indignant look to appear on his wife's face. She did not enjoy being laughed at.
"Would I, little wife? You think that you could go without me sating your own desires?" Jaime questioned, ducking down to press his lips feverishly to hers. Caryssa gasped against his mouth, her hands flying up to grip his shoulders to avoid falling back at the passionate kiss. Jaime wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling him flush against him, while the other tangled itself in her long, dark locks, as both of their mouths moved together, both out to take as much as the other would give. He pulled away too quickly, Caryssa still leaning into his phantom kiss. "You think you could go without that?"
"I'm-I'm sure I could find a way to occupy myself. I could read, I could-" Jaime cut her off with another bruising kiss, his hands gripping her thighs tightly as he lifted her up, her legs instinctively wrapping themselves around his waist. She gasped as she felt his hardness against her belly, and Jaime took her surprise as opportunity to lick inside her mouth. Her own tongue hesitantly moved to tangle with his, and pride warmed her chest when she heard a low moan erupt from Jaime's chest.
Jaime walked them to the bed, breaking their kiss to put Caryssa back on to her feet, before slowly, teasingly, removed his breeches leaving him as naked as his namesday. Caryssa's eyes widened slightly as her gaze fell downwards, before abruptly looking back at his face, her cheeks burning red in her embarrassment.
"No need to blush, dear wife, we're married now. Which means you can shamelessly examine my cock as much as you like. I encourage it even," Jaime teased her, and Caryssa glared at him, wishing he'd use less abrasive language when she was clearly nervous. "Are you going to leave me naked alone?"
Staring back at him, a glare still present, Caryssa found the hem of her shift and pulled it over her head, dropping it to the floor. Instead of covering herself up, like her inner insecurities desperately wanted her to, she raised her chin and kept her arms by her side as Jaime's eyes roamed her naked body. She knew that he was attracted to her, she could see the evidence of that very clearly so she tried to ignore the little voices in her head that told her otherwise. Funnily enough, they all sounded like his sister.
Jaime didn't pounce on her like she expected him to, like the Queen had told her he would. No, instead he moved past her, her eyes following him as he sat on the bed, before he reached out to take her hand and tugged her towards him. He pulled her onto his lap, smirking at the little involuntary moan that escaped her mouth when his cock brushed against her entrance, before smothering the delicious sound with a kiss. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders, her brows knitted together as she felt an uncomfortable, but not undesirable, heat pooling below. She shifted slightly in Jaime's lap, gasping into his mouth at the satisfying feeling the friction created.
Her husband laid her on her back, refusing to break their kiss again, and caged her underneath his body. Ordinarily, Caryssa would not have accepted this, not liking anything that closed her in, but her mind was otherwise occupied with the muscled, golden man flush against her to care all that much about what position she was in.
"I'm curious," Jaime panted against her mouth, sipping from her lips once more before continuing. "Have you ever thought about what it would be like bedding your future husband?"
Caryssa opened her mouth to answer, but all that came out was a sigh of pleasure as Jaime sucked her nipple into his mouth, suckling and lightly nipping with his teeth. Only once he had made her moan, did he stop and kiss down her body, licking down the valley of her breasts before kissing a path down her stomach. Caryssa felt him nudge her knees apart, settling between her legs.
Her eyes shot open as he kissed her inner thigh and then felt his breath hitting the wet heat between her thighs. Their eyes locked together, as he swept his tongue over her warm wetness, her eyes widening in shock and pleasure.
"W-what are you doing?" Her voice was shaky, breathless, and she was unsure of whether or not this was appropriate, even between husband and wife. Her mother had certainly not told her about that, and for that matter neither had Ros, Theon's whore. Perhaps Theon wasn't as accomplished in bed as he liked to tell everyone, because she had, though she would not say the words aloud, enjoyed what Jaime had done, especially the sight of him between her legs.
"Just trust me. It'll feel good." Jaime's voice smooth and seductive, sending shivers down her spine.
She nodded, and he moved his mouth back to kiss her soft folds, feeling her body surrendering to his ministrations. Jaime listened to the noises she made, as he licked her lightly, before pushing his tongue inside of her. Caryssa's moans almost seemed to echo throughout the room, especially when her lord husband slid a finger, then another, inside her, groaning at how tight she felt.
Her hands tangled in his hair as he continued to lick, kiss and suck her until she tightened around his fingers, his name repeatedly falling from her lips as he brought her to the height of pleasure. He rubbed that little nub of nerves with his thumb, making her hips buck into his face, as her body spasmed around his fingers.
Caryssa panted, trying to catch her breath as she came down from the high Jaime had taken her to.
She could feel herself trembling, both from the pleasure she had just experienced and from the anticipation of what else was to come, as Jaime crawled back up her body. He kissed her, trying to distract her, as he placed himself at her entrance, pushing the head of his cock in. He was rock hard, almost painfully so, having listened to all those breathy sighs and throaty moans escape her mouth as he went down on her. Her relaxed body tensed slightly at the intrusion, but he whispered comforts into her ear that calmed her again, before he slowly guided himself inside of her.
He hitched her leg around his hip, their eyes locked together as he broke through her maidenhead. She gritted her teeth against the pain, desperate not to cry out, but Jaime's lips against hers forced her to relax her jaw again.
"You feel amazing, Ryssa. Relax. The pain will ease up," Jaime murmured against her lips, his hands smoothing down her sides. Instead of choking out a reply, Caryssa buried her face into his shoulder, biting her lip at the discomfort she felt. "I promise you nothing but pleasure from now on."
Jaime stayed still as long as possible, resisting the urge to move for the sake of letting her body get used to him, but soon he had to move. At first, his slow thrusts into her did nothing to decrease the uncomfortable, unfamiliar feeling of being stretched, but soon, sparks of pleasure started to build, and her gasps of pain turned into sighs of pleasure that were in time to his own groans of satisfaction.
This is amazing, she thought, as she bucked her hips up into his, spurring him to move faster. Jaime shifted slightly, pushing deeper with each thrust, finding her pleasure spot and repeated the action over and over again once he felt her walls begin to tighten around his cock. Caryssa worried about being too loud, though she knew most people would still be at the feast, so muffled her cries by clamping her mouth down on Jaime's shoulder, not that he noticed.
Her legs wrapped tightly around his hips, pushing her feet against his buttocks to get him deeper within her, feeling a strong desire to have his body as close to hers as they could manage.
After several more thrusts, Jaime felt his wife's nails dig into the skin of his back as she peaked, her groans of ecstasy muffled by his shoulder in her mouth, and he picked up his speed, chasing his own end until he came hard, emptying his seed inside of her.
They were both breathing heavily when Jaime pulled out of her, and rolled onto his back beside her, and Caryssa resisted the urge to laugh. She had been so against marrying Jaime, marrying anyone at all, and yet it came with this amazing benefit. Perhaps the married life wouldn't be so bad.
She almost squealed in surprise when her husband tugged her into his side, cuddling her against him. Caryssa rested her head on his chest, smiling when she felt his lips press against her damp hair, his hand running down her arm and side.
The motion, as well as their lovemaking, lulled her into a peaceful sleep, the smile widening as she dreamed.
A/N:
Hello, lovely readers!
This is four days early, I know, but THE WHITE WEDDING HAS ARRIVED! Plus, wedding night smut. Okay, so it was my first time writing real smut, so I have officially popped my smut cherry, but let me know what you thought of it. Just be gentle with me *winks*. So, the wedding is over and finished, and the next chapter will be the beginning of the Tourney of the Hand, and it will be Caryssa's first real public appearance as Lady Lannister. There will be more Caryssa/Baelish interactions, more Caryssa/Jaime fluff, and some Stark pack fluff too.
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