Lineage
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Summary: Holding their daughter in her arms, Cersei watched as an array of emotions passed over Robert's face. She could see that he was pleased with the child. An entire year of marriage, and never had she seen Robert look so happy. She hated it.
Rating: T
Ship(s): Jon/OC/Robb
AN: For those of you who need the visual. Miss Katie McGarth (Morgana in Merlin) is STILL my muse when writing about the main OC character. It is McGarth's physical appearance I use when describing the character.
Joanna
Robert wasn't entirely sure how he should feel in this moment. Peering down at the small bundle in his hands, he smiled. This… this small little living being wrapped in warm furs was his flesh and blood; his first true born child.
Staring down at a head of thick black curls and piercing green eyes, Robert muses. This is his daughter, the most precious pearl in all the seven kingdoms. He should be rejoicing her arrival, should he not?
Except, how was he to celebrate such a day when just a few doors over her brother, his heir was struggling to survive.
Gently running a callused finger over the soft wisps of raven hair on his daughter's downy head, Robert hands her over to her mother.
Cersei cradled the child close to the warmth of her bosom. There is a dark and indecipherable look in her eyes; it's a look that chills Robert to the bone.
What could that woman possibly be thinking?
Holding their daughter in her arms, Cersei watched as an array of emotions passed over Robert's face. She could see that he was pleased with the child. An entire year of marriage, and never had she seen Robert look so happy.
She hated it.
She hated him, hated the child, and hated everything this day stood for. She was a newly made mother. Shouldn't be happy? Motherhood was what all women dreamed of. This was what she had been brought up to do.
Perhaps the tragic news of her son did not allow her to feel any happiness. It was normal for women who suffered through loss to respond in odd and unusual ways; especially if that loss was the loss of her first born son.
She was entitled to feel whichever way she wanted.
If she wanted to hate this day and all things corresponding to it then she would. There was no one in all the seven kingdoms that could stop her.
Robert traced a single finger over his daughter's rose colored cheek and turning toward Cersei. "Have you decided on a name?" He voiced his curiosity.
He had had an idea of a name for the girl; but later thought it best to leave such sleeping ghosts to rest.
Cersei stared at the babe. She took in her black haired beauty; her snow white skin and wide, vivacious green eyes. Same as her ill-fated brother, she too favored Robert. Her eyes were two smoldering emeralds, just like her father's.
It was all the proof she needed to confirm the paternity of the child. This one, much to her dismay, was Robert's spawn not Jaime's.
In all honesty, she had not even realized that she had neglected to name the new born child. Though, if she had to choose a name, there was only one name that came to mind.
"Joanna…" Cersei whispered. Since the death of her mother, she has sworn to honor and respect her mother's memory by naming her first born daughter for her.
Yes, the child did not bare any particular resemblance to the late Joanna Lannister. But even so, it was still the only name she could envision the girl having. Looking up at Robert, "Or perhaps Cassana, for your mother?" She wondered.
Robert tilts his head and locked eyes with the infant. It was almost easy to forget the harsh reality of the day. It was almost easy to forget how only moments ago; he had beaten his fists bloody against a stone wall. The news of his boy's health was too much for him to bear with civilly.
"Joanna is a fine name." He nodded briskly. Then turned to leave, though not before sparing little Joanna Baratheon one final approving look.
Not a word of gratitude or solace was offered to Cersei as he exited the room. Save for the one sullen nod, she did not expect much more. Robert was not the kind of man to provide comforting words during a grievous time. Nor did he pretend to be.
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AN2: Yes, this story has once again been re-worked, re-imagined, and revived. The reason for this is that I hadn't finished with the entire book series. But now I am and HOLY SHIT! Those books blew my freaking mind. I feel like now I have a much better handle on the characters; and can continue on with this story. Needless to say, this story will deviate some from the books and TV show. But I am going to try my hardest to keep as true to the source material as possible.