Hating Her (Cersei x Daenerys)

Cersei

(See above: my rough design of the wedding outfits)

Cersei felt a nervous twinge in her belly as her maids put on her jewelry for her. It consisted of a golden necklace with the Lannister lion emblazoned on its pendant and two rings inlaid with shards of citrine and a golden diamond. Her hair was in a half-updo, the strands of which were interwoven to create a pattern like waves on the ocean. When Bernadette handed her the looking glass, Cersei felt truly beautiful, but the apprehension was eating her up inside. She didn't remember feeling this queasy on the day of her wedding to Robert. When finally they led her down from her bedchamber to the courtyard, she was glad about the seclusion and comfort of her litter, which was adorned with tiny Lannister banners around the upper rim for the occasion. Tywin was waiting for her at the sept and took her by the arm to lead her to the altar. Strangely, he looked none too pleased, despite him having arranged the entire thing. To be sure, whether it was to cover up another sin or not, the union was still a desperately shameful thing. The walk down the aisle went by too fast, and sooner than she would have liked she was left all alone in plain sight of all the loathing faces, though none of them would have been like to express their abhorrence straight to her face.

Then Daenerys walked in, led by Daario Naharis in place of her father, and Cersei's breath caught in her throat. The dragon queen looked gorgeous in her gown of silk white as snow, adorned with Myrish lace at the collar that revealed the depth of her breasts. The dress was tight-fitted and low-cut at the neck, where she wore a large silver choker that brought out the silver of her hair. She assumed her place in front of Cersei, who was glad to not have to look at the crowd anymore. Daenerys appeared to be nervous herself, she hid it well, but Cersei could see the light tremble of her hands. The High Septon motioned to the guests to be quiet. He cleared his throat and began the ceremony. "We are gathered here today to witness the marital union of Cersei of House Lannister and Daenerys of House Targaryen. If anyone wishes to object, may he speak now or nevermore." Cersei knew how many of them would have loved to speak at that moment, if it weren't for the fact that she was their queen. The Septon gestured to them to take each other's hand and tied a silken ribbon around their wrists before he spoke on. "Since there are no objections, you can now say your vows. Daenerys, please repeat after me. Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am hers and she is mine, from this day until the end of my days." Cersei's heart picked up its pace as she heard those familiar words spoken. "Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am hers and she is mine, from this day until the end of my days", Daenerys vowed to the gods that were as strange to her as the ground she was standing on. The High Septon nodded and turned to face Cersei. She took a deep breath and said the words. "Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am hers and she is mine, from this day until the end of my days." The Septon removed the ribbon. "You may now exchange the bridal cloaks." Since neither of them was a maiden, and there was no dominant house to replace the other's cloak, they had decided to simply swap cloaks. Cersei picked up the red and gold wool that was embroidered with lions all over and that her father had given to her mother on their wedding day, draped it over Daenerys's shoulders and fastened it over her lace collar; the latter in turn presented her with a red and black patterned cloak of raw silk. When she made to attach it, her hand brushed Cersei's neck lightly. Next came the part that terrified Cersei: the kiss. The High Septon looked at them both expectantly. Cersei turned toward Daenerys and their eyes met. With her stomach a raging swarm of butterflies, she leaned in. Their lips met only for a short moment; it was a clumsy kiss, brief and unfamiliar. Out of the corner of her eye, Cersei noticed that the crowd didn't applaud until the Septon encouraged them to, but it didn't matter. They were done now, she did it, there was only the feast left now. That... and their married life henceforth.

Looking out over the throne room from the dais, the party seated at the tables seemed larger than it had at the sept, but still, it wasn't the usual size of a royal wedding. Many had excused themselves for various elusive reasons, clearly uncomfortable with the subject. Cersei looked over at her newly-wed sitting on her left, who was speaking with one of her Dothraki friends in their throaty language. Just now, she was laughing at a jest he had made. She had dimples when she laughed, Cersei noticed. She had begun to notice a lot of things about her during the feast, like how her forehead wrinkled when she tasted something she didn't like or the way her eyes lit up at the music the singers were playing. But why did she care? These weren't the details she was supposed to find interesting about Daenerys Targaryen, she was supposed to investigate upon the size of her armies, or the might of her dragons, or at the very least her plans of action. And yet here she found herself smiling at every new unique feature she found in her. Still... she did not find it in herself to overthink it any longer. Halfway through the final course, the hall began to stir. It started as a mumble, but soon grew into a loud and clear chorus. "Bedding! Bedding! Bedding!"