Alright here's another story of mine that I had brewing around, if I expand is entirely up to your reactions.
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Cersei Lannister, or as she dreadfully was forced to be called, Baratheon looked down in utter devastation at the whimpering form that lay in the bed before her. Once he had been beautiful but now he was ruined. Only now did she realized what had been lost. Her Marcus, her child, her little baby boy! Was now a shadow of what he once was.
These thoughts made her think of what Maggy the Frog had told her when she demanded to know her future. "Four children you will have, one shall not be from the man you love but from one you hate. You will scorn him for this. But he will be the one that will make you the most proud. He shall be the bane of your eldest but be the shield for the others. A warrior with the strength of his father and the skill of your brother. But what will make him dangerous will be his mind, your gift to him, one that will make even the greatest players in the Game to either step aside or die. But for you to finally give him the full extent of your love, a price will be paid. Only when he is scarred by the Flames of the Wild will you realize how much he means to you." Maggy said as she move a candle along the length of her body
Only now did she remember the words of the witch, and they will forever haunt her. She indeed scorned her son because he was her husband's, Robert Baratheon, the King's son. But to see her little Marcus in pain crying, her hatred melted away. This was HER child and yet she treated him in such an evil way when all the boy wanted was her love. When she thought back on it she realized, she had been such a monster. She hadn't been a mother to him, just a person he had called mother.
"I'll change that today" Cersei thought as she reached down to stroke his bandage head only to snap her hand back as he cried in pain. She quickly cover her mouth to stifle her own sobs. He NEEDED to stay asleep, else he wake to even more agony. Milk of Poppy could only dull the pain so much when the patient was awake, so Grand Maester Pycelle did what he could and put Marcus in a coma to ease his pain.
"But against Wildfire burns it useless!" the Queen thought as the tears fell from her eyes for what seemed the hundredth time that month.
Normally she would have scolded herself for being in such pitiful state. She would've had said "I am a Lioness and I don't shed tears". This was true as many times Cersei had proven this in the 'Game' having cut down those who have stood in her way. Nothing stood in the way of a Lion of the Rock. But even a Lioness must cry when her cubs are in pain! She may be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms but she was also a mother.
That's when her tears started to pour, as she realized that despite her being the most powerful woman in Westeros, she was still powerless to do anything for her child!
And much to her ire, her Oaf of a husband, was extracting revenge on the ones responsible while she sat here not even able to comfort her child! She felt so useless and cursed the ones who caused her to feel like this.
"Ironborn!" she spat venomously in her head at shear thought of those mongrels.
The Ironborn Rebellion, as it was officially recorded by the Maester in the Citadel, but from whispers she heard from the guards on patrol this war was called by the common folk, Marcus' War. It was being called such as the first kills had been by her second born.
A month's time ago a group of Ironborn infiltrators had breached the Red Keep with two goals in mind. One take a sample of Wildfire in order to weaponized it for Balon's Iron Fleet. And the second to take her three year old daughter Myrcella hostage and possibly make her a salt wife for one of Balon's son. But something went wrong with their plans…..Marcus.
Marcus adored Myrcella, people had described is as being similar to her relationship with her twin brother Jaime, well besides one little fact. Marcus was, like his uncle, protective of his little sister. When her eldest Joffrey had murdered Myrcella's kitten, a name day gift from her brother Tyrion, the Imp, she had been conflicted on how to react to Marcus' actions.
Joffrey must have noticed her irritation, she never liked cats growing up despite her house sigil, and had gutted the Kitten and presented it at a family dinner one day and said happily "Look what I did mother!" Cersei was to put it simply, horrified and was speechless as Myrcella started balling. And to her further shock, that as soon as Robert shouted "YOU WORTHLESS SHIT!" Marcus had jumped over the table and proceed to punch her eldest in the face until there was a loud CRACK as Joffrey's jaw was broken.
And when he finally stood up Marcus shouted "IF YOU EVER DO ANYTHING TO HARM MYRCELLA AGAIN YOU'LL GET EVEN WORSE!" shocking everyone into silence for a good time until Tyrion in all his wisdom said "Well on that note, I say we should get out the GOOD wine."
At first she had wanted to punish Marcus for harming her precious Joffrey only to be convince otherwise when her husband's brain miraculously turned on for a short time. "Then the Kingslayer should hang for being in the Kingsguard, Marcus was doing what an older brother should do I will not punish him for that. I would punish Joffrey but Marcus beat me to it! Hahaha!"…and off.
That's when the people started calling Marcus the second Jamie Lannister that Marcus was destined to become a handsome noble Knight and protect his dear sister like his uncle did her.
And so when the Ironborn went to kidnap Myrcella, Marcus was sitting in a chair reading a bed time story eyes as wide as an owl's.
In defense of the Ironborn not many would consider a seven year old a threat, in fact they were right in that regard until one of them mentioned doing something unspeakable to Myrcella, that's when Marcus lived up to his family words 'Ours is Fury!' Marcus had bit one of capture ears off and while the man screamed alerting the guards he grabbed a knife jamming it into the man's neck killing the man. The Ironborn were in such shock that the man holding Myrcella had his cock cut off by the time they knew what was going on.
Her young Knight was so brave he had told her precious daughter to run while he did his best to hold off the Ironborn. And then it happen, Wildfire. While the royal tutors had praised Marcus's mind, a trait he luckily got from her side, he must have mistaken the Wildfire for Ironwine a 'wine' known to be used as a makeshift weapon to raze ships, like Wildfire it was flammable and foul smiling. But nothing is like Wildfire. Many guessed that Marcus had grabbed a fallen torch and had thrown it at the one carrying the bottles of stolen Wildfire. Having probably seen the green flames he must have realized his mistake and started running.
"But he wasn't fast enough!" Cersei thought sadly seeing right side of his body covered in bandages, a few more inches to the left and he would have been like the Spider.
The Grand Maester had said "He's lucky you know, he will heal and will have full functionality any closer and he would've have been crippled."
"Lucky!" the Queen screamed in her head she had the Maester sent to the Black cells for a week for that. "It would have been kinder of the gods for him to die then have him suffer like this!" She had consider just grabbing his pillow and smothering him but couldn't bring herself to do it. "Besides he'll get better he's too stubborn. And when he recovers I'll be a better mother to him." Cersei said making a vow to herself and her little knight.
Or as the people called him in the recently made song, the Wildfire Knight, how Marcus loved his sister so dearly that he walked through Wildfire just to save her.
"The Wildfire Knight, despite the price he paid the name suites him." The Queen thought. It was a good name one to be respected and feared. Even though Marcus was in such a state she knew this moment would pass. This was one of the few cases that being Robert's son was a good thing, her Marcus was destined for great things he would push pass this and become stronger for it and she would do all in her power to make it so.
With these thoughts in her mind Cersei left her sons chambers as Myrcella also needed her, the poor girl had been suffering night terrors. Marcus couldn't be there for right now so she had to be.
"Sleep well my little Knight" the Queen said as she exited the room but not before she remembered the last thing Maggy had shown her.
"Ah I see you don't believe me my dear" Maggy said as she grab the girl's arm. "Let me show you what lays ahead." She said as her index finger glowed a bright green and she press it against the future Queen's forehead.
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Suddenly the young Cersei found herself in an open field the ground frozen from winter.
Crunch! A heavy boot hit the ground making the girl turn around and face a being with skin as white as snow and clad in armor that look to be made from ice. She screamed and backed away in fright only to see thousands of soldiers at its back only they looked wrong.
"RAAAAAHOTHS!" roared the armored being in some strange tongue.
Her head whipped around as she heard another crunch at the other side of the clearing. She saw a massive army only their faces were shrouded in shadow but she saw various house banners waving in the wind. And then she saw a single man step forward. When she saw the man bearing the Lannister Colors she knew instantly who he was despite the age difference. "Jaime" she said seeing the vision of her brother.
"My my there sure are a lot of them and ah I remember that man to the right there he owes me a bag of gold dragons" her brother said cheekily.
"Then perhaps you can collect the debt after this battle Uncle." Said a man clad in black armor the right side of his armor decorated in a beautiful green flame design.
"Is that my child!?" the young child thought amazed seeing the man that stood at the same height as her brother. His right eye glowing green beneath his visor.
"A Lannister always pays their debts" shrugged Jamie.
"True but I always preferred the official words" the armor Knight said lifting a large double headed axe with one hand.
"And pray tell dear nephew what are those words? I seem to have forgotten." Jamie said in mocked confusion.
Suddenly the Knight's axe ignited in a bright green fire "Simple Uncle the words are," He said as a he prepared for a mighty swing. "HEAR ME ROAR!" he yelled sending out a wave of green fire.
Cersei could only stare in awe as the wall of fire tore up the battlefield. And as soon as the flames reached her did the vision end.
"Ah I see now you believe" Smirked Maggy.
"Show me more! I have to see the end!" Demanded Cersei.
"Ah don't worry my dear you will, you see the Song of Wildfire first hand." Cackled the witch.
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