Jaime:
Gods she looks beautiful, he thought to himself. He then cursed and told himself to snap out of it. He shouldn't be caring as much as he was.
"I'm ready," Cersei informed her handmaiden. "Let us go to the throne room. It should really be in a sept."
"But you burnt the last one down," Jaime said sullenly. He felt Cersei's ice cold eyes on the back of his head. "Can I get my gold hand back for this occasion?"
"Feeling embarrassed?"
"I seem to recall it was you who made it for me in the first place."
"No I think not. You're perfect the way you are brother." Cersei walked right up to him so thier bodies were pressed against one another.
"Cersei, don't," Jaime groaned, feeling too uncomfortable. Cersei started biting the side of his neck whilst running her hands over his body. Jaime, sick of being used like that, pushed her away forcefully. "You are getting married to another man. I am your prisoner. I am not your pet anymore. Stop. I will not fall for it anymore."
"I am your queen. You cannot disobey me."
"Try again." Cersei dug her nails deeply into Jaime's bare stump. He hissed and squeezed his eyes shut.
"I will do much worse than that to you. I am queen. What I say goes. Hells, I might even do what you stopped Aerys from doing should our enemies get too close."
"Your enemies, sister, not mine." A guard entered the chambers.
"Your Grace, it is time."
"Come brother. Do put on a show for the people." Jaime reluctantly offered Cersei his good arm which she accepted and they made their way to where the wedding was to take place. The doors opened and Jaime breathed deeply.
The eyes of the few people bearing witness to the wedding bored into him. He forced a smile on his face as the small band on the dais struck up The Rains of Castamere. Jaime got chills knowing what that song had meant for those at the Red Wedding. But it was a song associated with House Lannister so Jaime wasn't surprised Cersei chose it.
He passed her to her new husband at the end of the aisle and stepped back. Two guards fell in behind him. Cersei turned to Euron. Jaime felt a stab of jealousy even though he knew he shouldn't. After everything his sister had done, to him and others, he was angry at the way he felt. But twenty years of an intimate relationship didn't go away that quickly.
"You may now kiss the bride," the septon said to Euron. Jaime couldn't watch as his sister and new brother-in-law joined. Then Euron began to lead Cersei out of the hall, all those in attendance following. Jaime was last. His guards gave him a shove and he started to walk out the hall.