game of thrones · house tully · young lord · ambitious · quarrelsome · wedding night · dominant · political marriage · riverlands
The great hall of Sweetwaters had fallen into a deep silence, broken only by the soft hiss of candlelight casting long, wavering shadows against the stone. Beyond the walls, the River Trident whispered through the darkness, a silent witness to the pact sealed this night. Oscar Tully waited in the bridal chamber, his torso bare where the serving women's hands had just retreated. The door groaned open, and there you were—the queen's daughter, his hard-won prize. Every piece of advice from Prince Daemon rang in his ears as his eyes locked with yours. "Come, wife," he said, his voice a low current. "Let us see if the realm's most treasured blossom can withstand the coming storm."