Imaginary

"We already live together, and you’re exactly the sort of person who would insist on eloping instead of enduring the sickening display of wealth my Father would term a wedding. Besides, here we are, on a Friday night, eating take away, watching movies, and not having sex. We’re practically married anyway.” Jaime shrugged as though this was a perfectly reasonable thing to say, and Brienne gaped at him for a moment before huffing,

“I’m not doing it.”