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The next day Jaime felt terrible, yet his pride prevented him from seeking Cersei out. Until a week passed, at which point he could take it no more. He missed her. At this point, he had only seen her at dinners and around others and not been able to really talk to her. So he sought her out. He could not, however, find her at any of the places she normally occupied herself with in her free time. This went on for a few weeks before he finally realized that she wasn't busy, nor was he having bad luck. She was purposefully avoiding him.
Cersei meanwhile, could not have been happier. Her eldest brother was handsome, more handsome than Jaime even. His songs made her swoon. Rhaegar had never been that close with his twin siblings. Of course, he had always known Cersei was to be his bride one day, but it was a subject he had always remained disinterested in. Cersei and Jaime had always had each other, and he preferred his books and music over spending time with them. Still, he had been a good, kind brother to them both, and they had made many good memories together. Now that they were married, she was certain that sibling bond would become something much more. She was sure that he would come to fall madly in love with her.
However, as their marriage went on, things failed to improve between them. Far as she could tell, it was as if everything was the same as it always had been between them. If it weren't for the fact that every five days like clockwork he would visit her chambers and they would try to conceive a heir, she was sure she wouldn't have been able to tell any difference. He didn't even hold her after they made love. The scarce few times they had been together, Jaime always held her after. She forced the thought from her mind. Jaime wasn't hers. He would be Elia's one day. Would he come to love Elia? The thought of such hurt her even more than Rhaegar's indifference.
Maybe Rhaegar would love her once she birthed him a heir, but when she remembered her own mother's many miscarriages and stillbirths she was none too eager for that prospect. Nonetheless, she hoped she would soon become pregnant. A child, she reasoned, would make him finally love her as a wife should be loved.