Hey wolves, I'm gonna do a little introdution, my name is Lavinia and I am Brazilian. I had the idea for this fic a long time ago but only now I have the guts to post it. Well, feel free to ask and review, this really helps
xoxo, Lavs
Chapter 1 - The Little Lion
Cersei Lannister always wanted to be a queen.
Even when she was little, just a pup pretending to be a lioness, it had always been her deepest wish. And Jaime, but she never could have him.
The Cersei from now knew nothing about that little girl who ran to her brother's room wants, but a crown adorning her hair was on the list and a handsome with blond hair that would love and desire her more than anything, two or three children who would be as beaultiful as herself and Jaime, and who knows, win the admiration of Tywin Lannister, she always wanted to sfoten that stone which he calls heart. Cersei got a feeling she would have all these things when her father promised that one day she would marry prince Rhaegar Targaryen and leave to King's Landing seemed like a dream coming true.
And everything was ripped off in a heartbeat. The war has come and took with her Cersei's dreamed blond prince. And she was surprised again with her engagement with the now proclaimed King Robert, as gallant as the old prince and Cersei for a second time let herself have hope, to be disappointed again. Robert was too attached to the corpse of an old love to even look at Cersei, not the way she wanted and what was to be the perfect marriage for her became a nightmare.
But she found comfort in the arms of the one she could always trust, her brother Jaime. They came to the world together and she belonged with Jaime, in the arms of her golden knight, not in the debauched king who longed for a dead woman. Her beloved Jaime, so close but so far.
Cersei replayed all her history when a small servant brought it, wrapped in linen cloths. Bringing a child into the world was not something that Cersei get used, although it was what everybody expect from her. The pain and the cries, the humiliation, the loneliness, oh, how she wanted Jaime by her side but she was alone, honored with stupid servants and even sillier Grand Maester Pycelle. As she watched the servant Cersei could only think of her unborn child, she didn't think of him for a long time, she could imagine Robert in his features, the Baratheon blood on him, with no room for the lions of Casterly Rock and little brought her more happiness than tear it from her womb before anyone notice. The servant inclined the baby, gesturing to Cersei take a look.
Dark hair. He dies. If it's Robert's he dies.
Dark hair. He dies. If it's Robert's he dies.
She repeated it like a mantra and hesitated until finally look at the package, no longer pink and covered with her blood. And she felt a different emotion looking at the baby with hair as golden as hers, thin and almost invisible, but not the deep black that haunted her dreams, it was a fruit of her and Jaime. Relief was all that she felt, tears came to her eyes but she did not drop any. She still felt the pain of childbirth and fatigue dominated her, but spent a few seconds staring at the baby. Cersei had little knowledge about babies, had seen some in her life, and watched her ugly brother Tyrion when he was a newborn, but her baby was so beautiful, it was wrinkled and its eyes were closed, but it was so hers.
- It's a girl, Your Grace - Revealed the servant, stretching his arms to catch her, but Cersei ignored.
- Yes, I shall name her Cerenna, Cerenna Baratheon.