I lost my 1st boy, a little black haired beauty. He was a fighter too, tried to beat the fever that took him."

Summary:

Cersei Lannister was best at tying up loose ends after all, A lannister always pays their debts. But when she learns of a loose end that threatens to unravel all of her truths at the very core of her existence she sends both the hound the mountain and her gold cloaks to finish a dark deed she all but wished had never come to be. Cersei lannister was never good at disciplining her children as it was. But what she comes to learn is that one cannot simply Kill a Baratheon, especially not one blessed with the strength and agility of 20 men and a mind just as sharp And cunning as her own.

Chapter one: Gendry

It was just another hot muggy day in king's landing. The air was heavy and dry and every dark corner smelled of piss and sweat in the large city, but there were still plenty of people out and about having a good time. They drank and sung songs. People bought and sold goods and as a way to entertain themselves visited local bars and pubs, so you can imagine they often caused quite a racket. Especially to their queen and the royals who stayed in the castle that loomed over the city. These particular elites often didn't entertain themselves with the common folk opting to just watch their antics with barely veiled disgust.

Which was currently the case, as the queen of Westeros currently sat on a high balcony overseeing the city. Red silk curtains billowed in the wind as she glanced below her. Tssking at the antics of the common folk she turned and walked back into the cool room she'd been in before stepping onto the balcony.

Sighing softly she sat back down on a large feather bed and glanced down at the small warm bundle in her arms.

Wide deep blue eyes stared back at her curiously and a cute button nose scrunched ever so slightly as a piece of long blonde hair tickled the babes face. A small chubby hand reached out and buried little fingers in the mane of blond curls before looking back up at his mother.

"Dont pull to hard little lion" Cersei cooed staring lovingly at the small babe.

Gale Baratheon The first of his name

She couldn't help but admire the strength her son had for such a young age. He would be six moons in a week and he was already sitting up and crawling on his own. Even down to feeding himself albeit very messily at times but he was a very smart child.

She stroked a loving hand over soft plump cheeks and just admired her son. Her first boy.

He was gorgeous with his big blue doe eyes and a small nose. His lightly tanned skin and tiny freckles that bridged his nose. Her eyes strayed to his hair and for a second she cringed. His hair was curly and thick for a babe but just a lustrous and divine as the rest of his almost cherub like features. A small 'S' curl framed his forehead permanently something all the maids simply adored when it came time to bathe him. Yet Cersei Couldn't help but hate his hair.

It reminded her everyday that her little lion wasn't born from the man she truly loved, not a true lion but a Stag. Truly he was both but to her any child born from her should be a pure Lion through and through its just how it should be. Robert could not love her, therefore he did not deserve the love that came from her. So in a sense this bothered her deeply.

She loved her son but when she had found out that he was definitely Roberts she had been struck with grief. She had been married to the Baratheon for over 2 years and within the 1st 6 months she knew there was no way for love to come into her marriage. The man she had been married to was already in love with another. Some wounds still fresh. She thought she was doomed to a bitter life, and she was alright with that as long as she had her child.

Yet to her utter disbelief and sheer delight Her brother had been there to comfort her quite often on nights when she couldn't deal with her and Robert's truth and soon it became a routine. One where lines had been blurred. She knew it was wrong but she had truly been hoping for a child with her brother. She had not slept with Robert for weeks when she found out she was with child.

When he was born she had simply fallen in love with the tiny creature she created but as his hair began to grow in Cersei's heart plummeted into her stomach. A baratheon. The love of her life was another Baratheon. It hurt that the gods wouldnt answer her prayers, yet, she loved her son.

That's why when she found out that she was with child once again she knew it was Jaimes' this time for sure. She also knew that she needed to find a way to explain the child should he come out different than his brother she knew how strong the Baratheon Gene's were. There was no getting out of this without being found out ...unless.

Glancing at the small glass bottle of milk of the poppy given to her by a secret source Cersei thought over her options once more she didn't have many. Glancing down at her little love who smiled toothless back at her. Cersei held the child close to he chest willing the tears not to cloud her vision. She had to do this. With everyone distracted by the sudden loss of their Prince they will rejoice at the thought of her being with child again and will not question the 2nd child. Looking down at her sweet boy who seemed so innocent to everything she felt as though she were betraying her son. Afterall her child loved her, it wasn't his fault his father did not.

For what seemed like the thousandth time the queen paused in uncertainty. She had to do this for her true family. To protect herself and Jaime and any children they would have together. She couldn't risk someone putting Together the pieces that would make up her unsavory life story.

She'd convinced herself what she was doing was right. After all she could still give this child a better life away from all the hypocrisy of royalty And surround herself with the love that her and her brother created instead, and there would be No one and nothing to use against her to question her children's legitimacy.

Making up her mind the queen gently lifted the small glass vile to her babes lips.

"I'm sorry my little one but this is best for all of us."

She whispered into the child's hair as she watched the babes eyes close and the rise and fall of his small chest slowly come to a stop.

Bells rung loudly through the thick silent air. Not even a bird could be heard chirping as the town was alerted that they're young prince was taken by a fever in the night. The only thing anyone could hear were king Robert's heart broken rants and drunken outburst as he watch something else he'd come to love being swaddled in the finest silk and taken to the crypts.

"Look at him! Look at my boy! He still has life in him! Look! he's just asleep I tell ya!"

the king argue distraughtly. The help looked between One another as it did seem as though the child was only sleeping yet there was no pulse no sudden breathing and nothing left that could be done with a small baby so that day king's landing said their goodbyes much to soon to Prince Gale The 1st of his name.

Hours later, somewhere on the outskirts of town a place the people liked to call Flea bottom, an elderly couple received and abrupt banging on their small wood door.

Upon opening it, they found no one but a dagger sticking out of the wood holding up a piece of parchment that read.

"A gift a youth, please look after it until the debt can be paid."

The older man took a few more steps outside of his small home behind a famous forge he owned his whole life and looked around before nearly kicking something on his way back inside. It was a small red basket with a thick golden blanket covering what was inside. As the man pull the covers back he was astonished to see a small babe blinking back up at him almost as if the child had been in a deep slumber and had just woken up. And right next to the child in the basket was a rather large bag of coins.

"Toboho what is it? Who is there?"

His wife called. But he didn't reply not right away he was enthralled with the mysterious child. Suddenly a Realization hit him that almost made him put the Baby back where he found him.

This child was to clean and much too well cared for to be a normal commoner baby. He sighed heavily. He really didn't want to be involved with anything Those rich folk were up to but he knew that once his wife saw the child he wouldn't be able to turn him away and they could definitely use that money business was slow with his age. so with a heavy sigh the man named Toboho wrapped the small baby back up in the gold sheets and brought him inside his soon to be new home.

"Hm they didn't say what your name was boy."

the elder man mumbled to the small baby who gurgled and hmmed in response.

"Well if I let the misses do it we'll be here all night. And since your gonna be raised in my home I suppose that makes me something like your Father in law doesn't it?

Hmm

How about ...Gendry?

The babe giggle and tugged on the old man's beard HARD.

"Oh my you've got some strength there young one. You'll make a mighty fine lad someday I reckon you will, I wonder what made someone wanna give ya up?

He questioned as he made his way inside. All the while missing the small figure that made its way through the shadows back up the stone steps that led back towards The Red keep.