Hey everybody, this is going to be my first attempt at a Game of Thrones story, more than that this is my attempt at a OC true born son of Robert story. Hopefully this story will be a interesting and unique take on that idea. Also I hope I got that character personalities right in this first chapter. Please review and let me know what you think of the story so far. Hope to see you all soon. On to the story.

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A storm had come to King's Landing. It had come fast and without warning. The wind tore at the houses while the rain flooded the streets washing away the shit, piss and rats that infested the city. Cersei watched as the storm beat away at the city below from her room in the Red Keep, a hand resting on the bulge of her pregnancy. She rejoiced knowing that in just less then a months time she would have another child. Joffrey was such a beautiful baby and every time she looked at him she was only reminded of the love that had brought him into this world. Soon she would have another son, or maybe a daughter, just another connection between her and her other half.

As if summoned by her thoughts Jamie entered the room and grabbed a chair to sit next to her. "I must say sister I think being with child suits you. You're positively glowing and there's so much more of you to love." His eyes passed over her features in a not so subtle glance taking in both her large stomach and pronounced breasts. Cersei had half a mind to chaste him for being so lewd yet it also excited her as her pregnancy had brought an almost insatiable hunger for Jamie, a hunger that had gone unanswered for some time now as the maester had said that such stress could cause harm to the baby. "I'm afraid you will have to go without any love for some time longer bother dearest." She smiled at him, reaching out to take his face in her hand. "Though I'm sure your patience and hardship will be rewarded, substantially." She gave him that look of hers, the one she knew that drove him wild. She could see how much it was hurting him and while she too ached for him she also enjoyed tormenting him so. Jamie groaned in frustration, got out of his chair and stood over her. "You are the cruelest woman in the Seven Kingdom." He leaned down resting one hand on her arm, another on her leg and his lips at her ear. "But I can be cruel too." He whispered as he gently kissed at her neck. The hand that been resting at her leg had slipped under her dress began to stroke her mound while the hand that had been on her arm moved to caress her breasts. Cersei could not help the moans that escaped her, a cry that would put a Dornish whore to shame. She had not been expecting Jamie's touch and it had been so long since he had pleasured her like this, she was completely losing herself in the moment. "Ja...Jamie we...we can't. Not...not yet." She breathed between her moans, trying to command him in as firm a voice as she could muster. Instead of listening to her Jamie captured her lips in his own and plunged his fingers into Cerseis cunt. She wanted to scream, this isn't what she wanted, this wasn't nearly enough. She needed her brother inside of her fully and the bastard knew it, he knew that his fingers, as wonderfully skilled as they were, were not enough to satisfy her completely.

Finally after what felt like an eternity they ended their kiss, pulling back just enough to give each other room to breathe. He smiled at her disheveled form, pleased to see the effects of his efforts on her. He began to speak as he pulled his fingers out of her. "You tell me no yet look at how wet you've beco..." He quietly trailed off, his voice barely above a whisper as he pulled further away from her. Cersei's mind still clouded with pleasure and lust was unable to register the look of horror on her brother's face, instead her eyes slowly shifted to what he saw that caused him to stop. As she looked at his hand dripping with blood the world seemed to stand utterly still, the hard beating of rain a white noise that drowned out reality. Then with a strike of thunder the world came crashing back down around them. As if the lighting itself had reached in and struck her, she seized with a terrible pain that ran throughout her body. Nearly sliding off her seat as she screamed with agony in her voice. Not since Joffreys birth had she felt such torment like this yet the fear she had now was even greater. It wasn't time yet, the baby wasn't supposed to come for another month. No I can't lose my baby, not this sweet innocent thing born of my greatest love. As these thoughts went through her she realized that Jamie had moved her to the bed. She thought she heard someone else walk into the room but she wasn't sure, it took all her effort to simply stay awake and look at her beloved. He had crouched down beside her, held her hand and was gently stroking her head. "It's going to be fine Cersei, you're going to be alright. You just stay with me now you hear?" She smiled at him with tears in her eyes, feeling far to week too even scream though the pain had still not left her. "I love you Jamie." She breathed out in a whisper with what little strength she could muster. She was vaguely aware that he was calling out to her, but she could no longer hear him. As she felt herself slipping into darkness one last thought went through her mind. New gods and old, I don't know if you are listening and if you are I don't know if you care but please hear me. Don't let me and my baby die today. I want to hold it, love it and raise it. Please don't take them from me now.

Robert had two great passions in life, fighting and fucking. Ever since the rebellion there hadn't been anyone to fight. As such he had started to let himself go, he had started to grow fatter and become more of a heavy drinker. Thankfully for his other passion, as the King there was never a shortage of women for him to fuck whether they were whores or servant girls. Honestly he was too drunk to remember which it was that he currently had his cock inside of, but in the end it didn't really matter, she had a tight cunt and huge tits, that was all he needed to know about her. Just as he felt himself get close to his release he heard someone banging at his door. "Your Grace!" He grunted both in pleasure and annoyance. "Fuck off the King is busy!" Yet still the banging did not stop. He soon realized that this wasn't going to end and that this constant pounding made it to hard for him to enjoy himself. He pushed himself off of that gorgeous set of tits under him and stumbled over to the door, throwing it open to see who dared interrupt their King's private meeting. "What in the seven hells do you want boy?!" Robert looked down at the young Lannister guard in front of him, completely oblivious to his nakedness and the boys obvious discomfort. "You...your Grace..." Robert was growing impatient. "Speak up boy! Before I stomp you in for wasting my time!" The young guard looked scared before he remembered just why he had come to the King's chambers. "It's the Queen your Grace, she's giving birth, now as we speak." Robert was taken aback. Cersei was giving birth, now? "What the fuck are you talking about boy? She's not due for another month." The guards face turned serious. "The maester said that the baby is coming now. I was told to come find you right away just in case..."

As he began to realize the full weight of the situation Robert quickly began to feel sober. He turned back into the room and as quickly as possible dressed in a somewhat presentable manner. Cursing the entire time he ran to his wife's chambers. He ignored the calls of all the nurse maids and was about to burst into the room when the doors began to open. In front of him stood maester Pycelle, his robes had been turned a dark red and his face had a serious look on it. At seeing Robert he bowed, gesturing for him to enter the room. "Your Majesty." He said said in a hush tone as he slowly stood straight again. Robert felt his heart stop in his chest as he looked past the old man. It looked as if the entire bed had been stained red, Cerseis face had a sickly pale gray colour to it and to the side of the room stood all the nurse maids around what he assumed would have been his child. "Was it a boy or a girl?" He asked in a mere whisper as if speaking any louder would break the dam that was currently holding back all of his pain and rage. Pycelle had a pained look to him as he turned to the baby. "You have a son my King. One that, for the moment, still lives." Robert had never felt so much pain and joy together in one instance. He walked to the table where they had placed his son, ignoring everyone as they moved out of his way. He looked down at the tiniest baby he had ever seen, smaller then even Joffrey had been, small enough to just fit in his hands. With more gentleness then he had ever shown in his entire life he carefully lifted up his son and held him to his chest. He was so taken with the babe that he hadn't realized that Pycelle was next to him until he spoke up. "I am uncertain what caused such an early birth. Thankfully despite the blood loss her Majesty should survive with hopefully minimal complications. As for the baby..." "My son will live." Robert quickly cutoff the maester before he could say anything else. "My son will live and I will not hear you say otherwise again or I will have your tongue removed from your head." Pycelle quickly apologized before excusing himself out of the room.

As he looked back down at his son he could not help but smile to see that he had moved and curled up next to his chest. The boy was a Baratheon and he would find the strength to survive, Robert knew it in his heart. A loud crash of thunder roared outside, for a moment he was afraid it would wake the baby and send it into tears, only for him to laugh when the baby had more of a look of annoyance on his face then anything. In that moment it struck him. "Lyonel. You will be named Lyonel, after the laughing storm."

As Robert smiled down at the newly named Lyonel he heard a soft voice call from behind him. "The baby." He turned to look at Cersei, all pale, covered in sweat and blood. In that moment there was no hate, just two parents and their child. He sat down beside her and held the baby for her to see. "Our boy lives. He is strong and his name is Lyonel." He said proudly but she hadn't heard most of it. She had a son and he was alive, that was all that mattered right now, not his name. She reached out to touch him and smiled as his little hand came up to grab her finger. With all the strength in his tiny arm he squeezed and she could not help but laugh. "I told you he was strong." Robert said as for the first time since their wedding day they smiled at each other a true genuine smile, not of love for each other, but for the child they held in between them. As the two continued to stare at their new born both were oblivious to Jamie standing to the side of the bed, looking down with hate and murderous rage at the baby. That damned black haired baby.