This chapter was written as part of the Facebook challenge "Sur Votre 31":
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All the universe of Game of Thrones belongs to GRR Martin, DB & DW.

Context: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting

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Jaime was waiting impatiently in front of the television.

Tonight was the night his whole future was decided.

It was tonight that Aerys Targaryen, the leader of Westeros, was to announce whether or not his bill had been passed by the Small Council, the council that voted on legislation for the vast country and its seven provinces.

He was biting his nails, angrily piano playing on the armrest of the couch where he was sitting.

His whole life would depend on that decision.

When Cersei returned to her apartment in King's Landing, she was surprised to find it open.

She had given Jaime a key, of course she had, but it certainly wasn't him who was there. She had offered him to come, but he had declined, using the excuse of a last-minute meeting with Essos business leaders for a partnership with the huge Lannister company.

She stepped forward cautiously. If it wasn't Jaime who was there, it could have been anyone, perhaps someone dangerous.

She saw a path of red petals on the ground.

Rose petals.

She followed the path that the flowers formed, and found herself in her living room.

It was when she turned on the light, illuminating the room plunged into darkness that she saw him, and uttered a shout of surprise.

Jaime was there.

He was there, well dressed in his black suit.

But above all, he had taken a knee to the floor.

Cersei was so stunned that she dropped her purse, which fell to the ground with a thud, and was unable to make the slightest movement.

She thought at first that she was in the middle of a dream, a beautiful dream, but the return to reality would be far too hard, far too painful.

Jaime looked at her with a smile and then gently mocked her and her stunned expression:

''You know, it hurts to stay in that position too long.''

When she finally recovered from her emotions, she walked towards him.

He slipped one hand into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small blood-red velvet box.

He opened it, unveiling the most beautiful ring Cersei had ever seen, made of gold with emeralds, and, looking her straight in the eyes, straight in her emeralds so similar to hers and to those of the ring, to those of their future, he said to her:

''Cersei Joanna Lannister, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?''

Cersei continued to stare at him, feeling tears coming to her eyes:

"Is the law passed?''

Jaime nodded, and she threw herself at him:

"Oh, Jaime! Of course I do!''

She let him get up, then put the ring on his finger, as they had dreamed so much, and let a couple of tears escape from his eyes and run down his cheek.

They kissed for a long time, perhaps the longest kiss they had ever shared, before reluctantly parting.

Cersei broke the comfortable silence in which they had settled, asking:

"And Father?''

''What about Father?''

"He will never let us do this. He has already planned weddings for us, you with Lysa Tully and me with Robert Baratheon. He will not tolerate us breaking up potential prolific alliances with other companies.''

He hugged her, and whispered in her ear:

''You want me to say? I don't care about Tywin Lannister. I don't choose Tywin Lannister. I don't like Tywin Lannister. I love my sister," he kissed her on her blonde earrings, "I love my lover," he kissed her in the hollow of her neck, "I love my future wife," and he closed the discussion by kissing her on her lips.

A few days later, Jaime and Cersei went to Casterly Rock to tell their father of their engagement and their intention to get married as soon as possible.

They had agreed that they would both tell him, that they would be together when they told him about their plans.

When they were invited to enter the huge room that served as their father's office, he was already there, behind his big table, writing some kind of document.

When he saw his two older children, he called out to them in a voice that was meant to be unstoppable:

''You've come at the right time, both of you. I have just finished writing your respective marriage contracts. You are both going to marry Lysa Tully and Robert Baratheon next year.''

''No.'' replied the twins in one voice.

Their father looked at them, raising an eyebrow, looking for the audacity to refuse one of his orders:

"No?''

''No," Jaime confirmed. ''Cersei will not marry Robert Baratheon, and I will not marry Lysa Tully. We can't marry them.''

''Yes, you can, and you will.''

"No, we cannot.''

''And why not?''

This time it was Cersei who spoke:

''Because Jaime and I are already engaged.''

Tywin looked at them both with his piercing green eyes, as if he could read their souls:

" Really ? And may I ask who?''

Cersei held his gaze, continuing to stare him straight in the eye.

''We're engaged. We are both engaged. We're going to be married together.''

"No." Tywin replied emphatically.

And Jaime spoke in turn:

"Yes, we are. We love each other, we've always loved each other, always have, and we're going to get married.''

Tywin looked at them in turn, saw the ring on Cersei's left ring finger, and then addressed them in an icy voice:

''Good. In that case, you have no further business here. You may leave, and above all, do not set foot here again, unless it is to tell me that you have decided to put an end to this insanity and to conform to the marriages I have planned for you.''

"But Father...''

''As of this day, you are no longer my children.''

Cersei bit her lip, then turned away, walking to the exit.

Jaime slipped his hand on her back, rubbing it gently in a circle, and then opened the door for her.

They exited Casterly Rock, probably for the last time, and returned to Jaime's car to return to King's Landing. Home, their only home now.

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