"We shouldn't go in." Melara whimpered as her and Cersei stared at the makeshift hut in front of them. Cersei looked over a bit annoyed. The girl had been complaining for a good portion of the way. Yes, meeting a witch could be scary but Cersei kept telling her that this was Tywin Lannister's land. Nothing could happen to them here.

"Of course we should." the lioness said dragging the girl with her to the front of the hut where the opening was covered in dry twigs and leaves dangling in front. She confidently walked forward and pushed the leaves to the side and entered. It certainly looked like a witch hut inside. There were bowls and trinkets hanging from the ceiling, and a fire was going. Cersei didn't recognize some of the things in the bowls, but she didn't spend time looking at them. There was a cage containing a rat also hanging.

Her attention focused on the woman in the large chair sleeping. This can't be Maggy the Frog she thought to herself. She looks too average, like a typical common woman. She wore a simple worn gown and had brown hair that was filthy compared to the girls' locks. She heard stories of the witch living in the woods. Many said that she was hideous and her appearance alone could frighten a man.

Suddenly Melara shrieked as she backed into the cage with the rat. It squeaked and hissed which woke up the woman. "Get out." she grumbled. "Get out!" she repeated. Melara grabbed Cersei's arm.

"Let's go!"

"No!" Cersei firmly snapped. She didn't walk all this way so some "witch" could scare them away. She was a lioness. The woman looked up with a glare. Irritated. "Listen to your friend." she warned lowly, trying to get them to leave. The young girl scoffed.

"They said you were terrifying. With cat's teeth and three eyes. You're not terrifying, you're boring." Cersei held her chin up with confidence. Maggy the Frog tilted her head. "You don't know who I am." she said in a tone that would have been threatening if she looked anything but normal. Yet she looked like a peasant. Not monstrous or even at least exotic.

"I know you're a witch who could see the future. Tell me mine."

"Everyone wants to know their future until they know it." the witch mused as if she had done this several times.

"This is my father's land. MY land. If you don't listen to me, I'll have your boring eyes gouged out of your head." Maggy the Frog seemed to laugh, amused that this little girl thought she was threatening. She has seen this girl's type before, and their stories rarely ended happy. Spoiled with the thought that they could do whatever they pleased, this girl was rotten. Maggy then reached for the knife. If she was so confident, let her know her future. "Blood. Give me a taste." she held out the blade.

Cersei hesitated before slowly taking the knife. She ignored Melara's protest and cut her thumb and when she held out the knife, Maggy grabbed her hand and took the thumb into her mouth. Cersei looked disgusted before her hand was shoved away. "Three questions you get. You may not like the answers."

Cersei stood tall as she prepared her questions. "I've been promised to the prince. When will we marry?"

"You'll never wed the prince. You'll wed the king." Cersei frowned but wondered if that just meant the current king will die before her and Rhaegar's wedding. "But I will be queen?"

"Oh yes, you'll be queen...for a time. Until another comes, younger and more beautiful, to cast you down and take all you hold dear." Cersei felt fear grip her as she wasn't sure what that meant. Surely no one would try and take her crown? Her father would never let someone usurp his daughter, and Jaime would protect her.

"Will the king and I have children?"

"The king will have twenty children, you will have four. One will be crowned with gold, two will have golden shrouds. One will be lost to you, taken by the Ojūdan Dārilaros. And when your tears have drowned you, the Valonqar shall wrap their hands around your throat and choke the life from you."

Cersei stared, the words hitting her like a knife slipping between the ribs. She couldn't move as the witch started cackling while Melara grabbed her, calling her name.

The lioness watched her daughter practice with the bow Robert gifted her. Out of all her children, Jocelyn Baratheon was the only one who belonged to Robert. She still feared it was too obvious, seeing as Jocelyn looked nothing like a Lannister. She had Cersei's high cheekbones, but that was all. She was also tall, another Baratheon trait. She was all Robert, physically and mentally. Stubborn with a hot temper. True to the Baratheon motto, Ours is the Fury. Renly jested once that she was like a barrel of wildfire exploding if pushed to the limit. Jocelyn was smart, but at the same time had little patience for those she disliked. She hated the nest of vipers that was King's Landing due to her hatred for people betrayed others to get power like the greedy souls they were. At least she knew that honor was useless in this place. When not doing her studies, she was practicing with her bow or horseback riding, two things she loved to do the most.

Robert let his daughter do as she pleased. He found it amusing that she called needlework a "useless skill" and preferred to practice with the recurve bow she was so fond of.

Jocelyn was protective of her siblings and even though she butted heads with Joffrey quite often, she did care about him. Cersei knew her daughter loved her parents as well but she knew the girl disapproved of some of the things she and Robert did.

When she was pregnant with her eldest daughter, she thought Jocelyn was Jaime's. Every time Robert had his way with her, she drank moon tea before anyone found out she had his seed in her. The only time she didn't was due to her being neglectful, and the timing was too close between him and Jaime.

Her daughter had been born bald, but when her hair started growing she saw the black hair. She could have smothered her or poisoned her then blamed one of the staff. It wasn't uncommon for children born a little early to pass away. Yet, when the newborn's eyes held nothing but pure love and adoration for Cersei, her resolve melted. This was her daughter, and no one would take her away. The prophecy Maggy the Frog told her rang in her head day and night.

Valonqar meant little brother and to her horror Ojūdan Dārilaros meant lost prince. She didn't know which one of her children would be "lost to her", but it didn't matter. No one would have her children. When she thought of little brother, she thought of Tyrion. She wanted to kill him when he was an infant, but Jaime loved the little beast. Not only did Jaime love him, but the imp could be the one to strangle her. Not to mention that he killed their mother. Three of her four children also loved their uncle, and Jocelyn often sought his advice which infuriated Cersei.

Lost prince was a bit more confusing, until she remembered there was Viserys and Daenerys Targaryen across the Narrow Sea. No dragon will take my cubs Cersei growled.

She suddenly saw Jocelyn look up and wave to her, smiling fondly at her mother. The lion queen smiled and nodded before turning to walk down the corridor. It was nearly time for lunch, and she wanted a few words with her daughter, especially when they would be leaving for Winterfell soon. Robert wished to name Eddard Stark his Hand of the King.

Jon Arryn had to be dealt with, and if I must do the same to Ned Stark...then so be it.

I know, ANOTHER Baratheon princess story, but I've been wanting to do this. I did the Maggy the Frog scene so I could introduce the prophecy that I altered to fit the story. There will be no Robb/OC pairing because that's pretty much the majority of the Baratheon princess stories. I actually want to try and do Aegon/OC since there is that Young Griff theory. I'm nervous about doing it, but I want to do something different! By the way, this will be a combination of the show and book universe, because there are things I like about the show but things I like about the books better. Everyone will be the age they are in the show.

I'm scared that Jocelyn will come off as a Mary Sue (already too much on this site as it is). I want her to do archery and horseback riding but I will not have her be a swordsman (maybe later?). I know having a female warrior is a popular thing to do, but I would rather Jocelyn slowly earn it if I do it. Please review honestly, sugar-coating won't help me improve but that doesn't mean be a complete asshole.