~PROLOGUE~

Cersei Lannister stared with fasination at the little babe in her arms. Golden brown tufts of hair covered the newborn's head and it felt as soft as silk.
She's beautiful... The queen thought as she gently traced the babe's face with her finger. A loud knock on the door to her chamber pulled Cersei out of her reverie, "Come in!" she snapped. The door opened to reveal the Grand Maester Pycelle and the queen's two brothers. One a tall charming handsome knight, the other a dwarf with wits to great for his own good.
"Sweet sister," Jaime greeted as he quickly entered his twin's bed-chamber, "The whole court is celebrating the safe arrival of your daughter."
Our daughter. Cersei corrected in her head.
"Your Grace, you must drink this to ease your pain." The Grand Maester said as he handed Cersei a small vile filled with milk of the poppy. The queen stared at the vile in surprise, she had been so busy taking in her daughter's every detail that she had not even noticed the pain in her hips and cunt.
"Take her." Cersei commanded holding the sleeping babe out to her twin. Jaime grinned before taking his daughter and craddling her to his chest. The little princess must have felt herself being moved because her eyelids fluttered open and she locked her emerald green eyes with her father's.
Tyrion had yet to see his neice's face because of his lack of height and he was beginning to get rather aggitated, "Jaime, my sweet brother, when you are finished coddling the child would be so kind as to let me see her?"
Cersei glared at her younger brother in distaste, "What are you doing here Tyrion?"
"Just noticed me, have you? I came to congradulate you on the addition to our family." Tryion replied dryly as he reached for the bundle in Jaime's arms, "Give her to me."
Laughing, Jaime handed his daughter to his brother.
Tyrion looked down at the babe curiously, she had the tell-tale Lannister green eyes and the golden hair. A much darker shade of gold than expected. "If the Targaryen's had lived this child would have put them to shame with her exquisite beauty." Tyrion said as he gently rocked the princess side to side.
The queen might not have thought much of her youngest brother but even she had to admit he was right.

Everyone was so busy paying attention to the little princess that they didn't even hear when the king entered Cersei's chamber until he loudly declared he wanted to see his daughter.
Cersei's heart rate increased as she watched Pycelle remove the child from Tyrion and brought her to the king.
"Ha! Look at her, she has my eyes!" Robert said as he took the little princess from the Grand Maester. Everyone raised their eyebrows at the king's comment. The child did not have eyes even close to Robert's dark blue.
"Yes, your Grace. The child does indeed take after you in her features." Pycelle lied. Jaime, who had been pouring himself some wine from the balcony, snorted in amusment but immediantly covered it with a harsh cough.
Ignoring his brother, Tyrion walked towards the king. "Ahh, your Grace, I see you have been celebrating the arrival of your daughter rather merrily." He said refering to the fact the king smelled of wine and...perfume? Must be the whores.
"Do you have anything against that Imp?" Robert asked, glaring at his brother-in-law.
"Of course not!" Tryion lied, "Infact, I wanted to join you."
Robert raised his eyebrows in surprise and was about to respond when a loud demanding wail cut him off.
The princess had gotten rather hungry and didn't seem to like being in her so-called father's arms.
Robert had been so surprised by the wail that he nearly dropped the babe, much to everyone's absolute horror.
"She will be wanting her tit now." Jaime said as he quickly walked toward the king and removed his daughter from the king's arms. Glaring at Jaime, Robert opened his mouth to say something but was cut off yet again by another wail.
"Seven hells! Give her the bloody tit already!" The king yelled covering his ears.
Cersei tried to hide her smirk as Jaime brought their daughter toward her, "Smart little girl." she muttered under her breath.
As soon as Cersei held the princess the wailing stopped.
"That thing has a set of lungs!" Robert growled as he rubbed his ears.
"She was just hungry." Cersei said as she bared her breast from her night shift.

Everyone tried to hide their amusment from the king as he poked his index fingers in his ears trying to rub out the tingling feeling that the wails had made, "We should name her Loud for how much noise she makes." he muttered.
"My love!" Cersei practicaly choked, "We must name her something that shows her position as royalty not something as horrible as..." Cersei couldn't even finish her sentence.
Tyrion tried not to laugh at how horrified his sister looked.
"Your Grace, would you like me to bring you a scroll of all the names that have been?" The Grand Maester asked from his position by the door.
"Yes, and also send a raven to Casterly Rock informing my father that his grandaughter has been born healthy and beautiful." Cersei replied.
Nodding his head and bowing low Pycelle quickly removed himself from the room.

A/N

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