Jaime was clad in the white armor and cape of the Kingsguard for the first time in a long time. It was rather ironic that he had been (forcefully) married in the garb that signified he would never be married.

He didn't have a long to ponder that irony as he found himself quickly married to this tiny, rage filled, rather effeminate man. "Would you cease your screeching?," Jaime said tersely, raising his false, golden hand to his forehead in frustration.