Stag of the Storm Chapter 1

Cersei Lannister

The pain was near unbearable. Giving birth to a child was always something she knew would hurt, and thought going through it a second time wouldn't be as bad, but her screams echoed aroung the halls around her chambers as the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms gave birth to her second child, a beautiful gold haired prince or princess to accompany her golden lion Joffrey.

"One more push, your grace." said the Grand Maester, Pycelle, a decrepit old lecher if ever Cersei knew one.

Finally, she heard a small whimper and the pain began to subside. 'Another child of mine and Jaime's' she thought. "A boy your grace, a healthy boy" said one of the midwives attending to her as she gave birth.

"Allow me to see my son". She demanded of the midwife who held the bundle containing her newborn son. After the nurse handed the child over and Cersei gently adjusted the bundle to get a full view of her son, she suddenly resisted the urge to gasp in horror as she looked down at her child. 'How did Robert get me pregnant?!' she screamed in her head, as she looked down at the tuft of black hair on her son's head.

"All of you out! And one of you fetch my brother! Cersei practically shouted at the midwives. Shortly after, Jaime arrived, looking slightly disheveled as he had raced down to his lover's chambers. "What is the matter sweet sister?" he asked softly, concern laced in his voice. Cersei simply nodded to the child and said "Get rid of it." to her brother.

Jaime gave her a look of shock and said "This is your son, you would really kill him, just because has Robert's hair? I will not kill the child Cersei, he is my nephew, and your son." "I can't!" Cersei cried. "I can't raise a child of that disgusting boar!" She couldn't put into words the disgust she felt for her dear husband. "At least look at him before you make a decision." Reluctantly, the queen looked down at the child, and saw oceanic blue eyes, staring up at her with utter adoration. 'Mine' she thought. 'This child is mine and no other's. Not Jaime's, not Robert's. Mine alone' she thought.

After that, she dismissed her brother, and waited for her husband to arrive back from his customary hunt he went on whenever it was time for her to give birth. Finally he barged into the room, ordering Ser Barristan to wait outside the door. He laid a stag pelt at the foot of her bed, and looked at the bundle in Cersei's arms expectantly. She hesitantly handed the bundle over to her husband. He stared down at the child in his arms, and let out a chuckle as the child gurgled and pulled at his beard, and beamed with pride at his new son. "What shall we name him?" Robert asked. "Loren." Cersei suggested. Her husband frowned and scoffed. "Bugger that, this boy looks like me, i'm not giving him some shit Lannister name."

At that, Cersei resisted the urge to growl at her husband. "Any ideas then?" she asked, with a bite of irritation in her voice. Robert frowned in thought, before coming to a decision. "Ruadan" he murmured. 'An unusual name' thought Cersei. 'I'll let him name this one, the only child he will ever have. "Ruadan of the House Baratheon, Prince of the Seven Kingdoms." She said, confirming the child's name.

Robert beamed at that and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek, an action most uncharacteristic of him, but given his joy at having a son who looked like him, Cersei knew that he was just being kind to her for that. 'I will NOT let my son be like you Whoremonger King' she raged in her mind 'he will be far better than you'. And with that, the King ordered a feast to celebrate the birth of the new Prince.