Cersei falls silent when her aunt turns to Jaime. She knows what she’s implying, and the thought alone makes her uncomfortable. Cersei is very well-aware of what is expected of Jaime: a wife, children, a respectable marriage for a respectable man who’s about to inherit a very large fortune, as well as a title.
“Jaime doesn’t need to get married,” she bursts out before she can stop herself.
There is an awkward silence around the table, following her outburst. She looks at Jaime, who has a curious expression on his face, then she turns to Genna, who’s looking positively confused. Or suspicious. She hopes it’s the first.
“That’s what you were talking about, isn’t it?” she resumes, trying to look unaffected. “He should broke free of Robert’s grasp and get married, and have children because of the title and everything that comes with it. Well he doesn’t have to,” she adds quickly. “We tried the family marriage once, and look how the Lannisters ended up. Tied up to the Baratheons, on the verge of disgrace.”
Her voice is urgent, the grip on her fork growing tighter by the second.
“Would you have him married to a Martell? Or worse, a Tyrell? And then risk it all again?” She swallows, and turns to Jaime again. “The estate can go to Joffrey, when the time comes. Or it can go to Lancel. There’s planety of proper Lannisters who can inherit, in the future. Why must it be Jaime’s children?”
Maybe her aunt would think it was a desperate attempt at saving the whole expanse of the Lannister estate for her own children, but the truth was that Jaime could not get married.
Not until Cersei lived.
Jaime ground his teeth at Genna’s obvious attempts to wound his pride. To anyone who didn’t know him, he supposed it appeared as if he was infallible in his loyalty to Robert but that wasn’t true. Not that it did him any good to say so.
“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little annoyed by now, but I’m not leaving unless I’m sure it’s the right decision.” He stated, but he knew how empty those words were, and that Genna knew the same. Leaving Robert wasn’t an option, never really had been with Cersei in the picture, and now with what he’d been asigned to do, he was in far too deep.
Cersei’s outburst surprised him - she was the one who was always going on about how they were supposed to act inconspicious, after all - and he turned to look at her with a confused look while Genna’s gaze flickered between the both of them questioningly. It was true, in a way. He didn’t need to get married, but it was expected of him.
He chuckled nervously, sending a warning glance in his twin’s direction when Genna wasn’t looking, before shrugging. “Well, I do enjoy the life of a bachelor, and I’m getting a little old to be desirable. Any woman I married might be too old to give me a child. And it’s not like there aren’t people who can’t keep the title in the family.” He thought of Joffrey, Myrcella and Tommen, and wondered briefly how much of a claim they had to Westminster.In truth, the have the best claim, but that’s not exactly something we can bring up…
He waved his hand dismissively before looking across the table at his aunt. “I know you don’t much care about my preferences, aunt, but I’d rather we move on from this. Marriage isn’t a subject I feel like talking about today.” Or any other day.