The day she wed Robert Baratheon, thousands had turned out to
cheer for them. All the women wore their best, and half the men
had children on their shoulders. When she had emerged from 
inside the sept, hand in hand with the young king, the crowd 
sent up a roar so loud it could be heard in Lannisport. "They
like you well, my lady," Robert whispered in her ear. "See, 
every face is smiling." For that one short moment she had been
happy in her marriage...until she chanced to glance at Jamie.
No, she remembered thinking, not every face, my lord.