“Do we really need so much finery?” Visenya asked, quietly. “And so many people.” With their difference in height, her mild purple-tinted grey eyes had to look up at him through silver-brown lashes. It made Baelin want to grab her and hug her tightly. That expression was one of many things that gave him that impulse. The last two years holding himself back had been a torture. It was a relief they were finally getting married.
She had tried to convince him otherwise several times throughout their engagement, but as far as Baelin was concerned, this marriage was a cause for celebration, a moment he had much anticipated, and no small event for House Lannister as well: the marriage of their heir.
Gripping her hands in the middle of the garden where they’d met, he told her, “You cannot deny me the chance to show Westeros how fortunate I have been in my choice of bride.”
She turned a furious red color and he leaned down to kiss her, when someone cleared their throat loudly. Baelin scowled. Ever since that first kiss, her family had made sure that they were never alone with each other for very long, certainly not long enough for a tryst, but even a proper kiss had been denied him throughout their engagement. It had at least taught him to be a little less nervous around her family, though.
Staring defiantly straight at her sister Jasmyne, who had found them, he went ahead and kissed his bride-to-be on the lips. “Look around you, my beautiful Visenya.” He whispered to her. “All of this will today become yours. Casterly Rock is being clothed to welcome its new mistress. Can you not accept our preparations as that?”
She scoffed at him, and then pulled him down for another kiss. “All that I see before me? Does that include you, my Lord?”
He couldn’t decide whether to kiss her again, or answer her, and in the time it took him to make up his mind, Lady Jasmyne interrupted, “If you continue any further and consummate before the wedding, your first child may turn out to be a bastard, you know.”
Visenya glared at her sister. “We’re not like you and Dagur, Jasmyne. It’s just a kiss. Can you not allow us this much at least?”
“Hah.” She said back, “By your age, a kiss turns into much more. Besides, it is time for you also to be dressed and prepared.”
Baelin sighed. “Your sister is right. I have no doubt you have many preparations to make.” He kissed her on the forehead, and added, “Tonight, as my Lady wishes, I will be yours.”