This chapter was written as part of the Facebook challenge "Sur Votre 31":
- Invite : ''Wedding''.
- Number of words: From 100 to 1000 words.
All the universe of Game of Thrones belongs to GRR Martin, DB & DW.
Context: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting – Following ''Question''.
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Their wedding is not a large and lavish feast, as one would expect in a wedding of the arguably wealthiest family in Westeros.
But, perhaps deep down, they are no longer part of this family.
Perhaps they are no longer Lannisters, perhaps they ceased to be Lannisters the moment they left their father's office after telling him of their plans for an engagement, rather than accepting those he had planned for them.
But that's okay. They may no longer be Lannisters, but they are still Cersei and Jaime, and nothing and no one can ever take that away from them, and, after all, that's all that matters.
They are getting married in the Sept at Lannisport. There are only three there, the two of them and then Tyrion, who accepted their decision, who always knew about the relationship, but never objected. Because who is he to forbid two people to love each other, or to condemn their love?
There are only the three of them, and as a result, the immense religious edifice seems quite empty to them, compared to the other times they have attended ceremonies inside it. But never mind.
Never mind, because nothing, nothing in the world, absolutely nothing, no celebration, no amount of power, no amount of money is worth the flame that burns at the bottom of the two pairs of emerald green eyes so similar of the two twins when their hands are bound together by the septon they have found and when they exchange their rings.
They do not take vows, nor do they swear eternal love, nor do they swear to cherish, love, and protect each other in all circumstances.
They do not need to. They don't need to promise all this to each other. All these beautiful speeches, all these beautiful words, it may have value for other couples, for other people, but not for Cersei and Jaime.
After all, they have already promised each other eternal love. Only, as it was long before they were born, long before they even knew, before they had any idea what love was, they have no witnesses. But that's all right. They love each other.
When they kiss each other on the lips, only Tyrion is there to see and applaud them. But they don't need anyone else.
They invited their father to the ceremony. But he never answered them, and, of course, he didn't come.
So it was Tyrion's honor to lead Cersei in her long, immaculate dress to the altar, where Jaime was waiting for them, in his finest costume, whose face lit up when he saw his sister and bride enter.
It was also in Tyrion that they asked to be a witness, to sign the contract and other documents below their own names.
When they are finally declared husband and wife, when they finally get out of the Sept, they have no other place to go than Cersei's apartment where Jaime has recently moved in, but that doesn't matter either.
They didn't need a party, they didn't need a big meal. After all, there are only three of them.
They had just ordered a meal from the caterer, and while many people would say it's a poor wedding night, for them it's the best day of their lives.
At the end, when night falls, they just sit on the sofas in the living room, and talk about everything and nothing, as they used to do when they still lived in Casterly Rock.
Cersei starts to feel tired, dozes off a little, and then ends up falling asleep with her head on Jaime's shoulder, with his arm around her.
Tyrion gets up, it's time to go away, to leave them alone, to let them enjoy their wedding night, even if they have already consummated the marriage long, long time ago.
When their brother closes the door behind him, Jaime looks down on Cersei, on his wife who sleeps huddled like a kitten against him, and can only see how lucky he is. He doesn't regret his choices at all.
He had been and could have remained the heir of Tywin Lannister, the greatest fortune of Westeros and its prolific trading empire.
But had he done so, he could never have married Cersei.
He might have been one of the richest men in the world, he would surely have been the most unhappy.
Because nothing was as good as Cersei. Nothing had ever been worth as much as Cersei.
It was a truth that he had discovered when he was a child, and nothing had ever denied it.
Nothing would ever be worth as much as Cersei, and now Cersei was there, she had become his wife, and nothing else mattered.
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