He is a Lannister.. aka a noble.. other lords kill those that don't fornicate with them.. some even if they do. It's really fucking stupid that series.. not enough gore, rape and torture to be any kind of accurate representation of anything so don't read too much into it. In this world for instance king Richard III was an Incel Hunch Backed tyrant (which is based). In Shakespeare's Richard III there is a Soliloquy:
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this son of York;
And all the clouds that lour’d upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments,
Our stern alarums chang’d to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smooth’d his wrinkled front:
And now, instead of mounting barded steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady’s chamber,
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I, that am not shap’d for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamp’d, and want love’s majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtail’d of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature,
Deformed, unfinish’d, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up –
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them –
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun,
And descant on mine own deformity.
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determined to prove a villain,
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,
By drunken prophecies, libels and dreams,
To set my brother Clarence and the King
In deadly hate, the one against the other:
And if King Edward be as true and just
As I am subtle, false and treacherous,
This day should Clarence closely be mew’d up,
About a prophecy, which says that ‘G’
Of Edward’s heirs the murderer shall be –
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul: here Clarence comes.
Spoken by Richard (Act 1, Scene 1)
Here in the real world such fantasy does not exist. It baffles me that normies think fantasy can become reality in such ways as to bite its thumb at realities harshness. Here the ugly Man suffers verily while the attractive Man saunters merrily. Richard III comes off as a warning that is unheeded by modern day retards of how abuse can affect a Man. But instead imagine a small but growing population of Men that think like Richard III does? He was real and a murderous tyrant(which I have no problem with.. it is only natural to seek superiority). The more society cares not for our plight the more Richards fall through their fingers like sand.
Just like Bagelcel.

They know the struggle.