So I'm on a fifty hour work week and have now had my weekend day off taken from me so huzzah, sixty hour work week, yay. Enjoy the rage induced chapter, I'm going to try and get some sleep.

Cersei was crying in fear, all while her twin Jaime tried to pretend he was not bothered by their mother's screams of agony that echoed across The Rock from the maester's assigned birthing chamber, all while the servants milling about tried to act like nothing was amiss despite the obvious.

Though through all that, there was only one thing that was keeping her calm.

Arms tightly wrapped around Cersei and Jaime their elder sister Mordred pulled them close as she sang to them; not placating children's tales, or epic ballads, rather a nonsense song that was random enough to cause her to suppress a giggle.

"I am he as you are he as you are me, and we are all together. See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly, I'm crying."

Even to little four year old Cersei, big sister Mordred was everything she ever wanted to be in life, strong, passionate, cunning, and did not let anything get in the way of what she wanted.

Yet...even she could not stop their mother's suffering...

When said elder sister muttered out the refrain of "Goo goo g'joob," Jaime broke out into a fit of giggles that was immediately stifled when they heard mother scream yet again.

Father was not present, as hand of the king his duties had kept him in the capital more often than not, and thus for the most part Cersei spent her time with mother and her siblings. She was close to all of them after the fact, and that last scream was...

Terrifying...

Roughly ten minutes later the door to the birthing chamber opened and a white faced servant exited it while turning to Mordred. She curtsied clumsily before quickly stating, "Milady, yer lady mother requests yer presence."

Mordred paused running her fingers through her sibling's hair a few times before taking in a long deep breath, the seven year old girl then met the servant's gaze evenly as she calmly asked, "Bad?"

The servant seemed to fall in on herself before nodding, "Very."

Mordred unentwined herself from Cersei and Jaime as she stood up, taking a step forward she then paused a moment. Mordred then turned to face the twins a moment, nodding her head slowly as she came to a decision.

"Brats, I'm going to leave the door open, if you follow me, well I won't be able to notice with how dim the lighting is around here now will I?"

Cersei smirked at that, her big sister was always doing things like that, looking the other way, pretending she didn't see the mischief the twins got up to, always with a wink and a smirk. Amused Enabling was what uncle Kevan called it, but this time it seemed...very sad, like...oh no...

Grabbing Jaime's hand she dragged her brother along as they followed Mordred and stopped at the door as their older sister approached the bed in the center of the room.

The air wafting from the closed chamber was stifling, a poignant coppery smell mixed with burning herbs hung around them as Mordred approached their wheezing mother, and for the first time in her very young life Cersei felt true fear.

For, as she turned her head a moment, Cersei saw tears running down her big sister's cheeks in the lantern lights.

Nothing scared Mordred, but...if...if she was crying and averting her gaze that meant...

Oh no...something happening to mother had Mordred scared and...and...and...

"Mother," Mordred whispered out.

"Oh my sweet little Dread... how are you? Your brother and sister?"

"Scared," she stated flatly, voice hitching slightly as she drew her sleeve across her eyes.

Wrong.

Cersei was terrified.

Joanna let out a weak chuckle, "I do not blame them, but please my little Dread of the Rock, do not allow them to blame their new little brother. The Gods chose this path for me, and thus I have to follow it."

Mordred gritted her teeth as she vibrated in repressed rage grating out, "Fuck. The. Gods."

The shear vehemence in Mordred's statement stilled the very air before Joanna weakly chuckled, then coughed, causing her daughter to rush forward to grab her hand as she handed her a glass of water.

Sipping on the water while suppressing another chuckle, Joanna stared at her little girl for a time before shaking her head slowly.

"Do you know what you are my little Dread?"

Holding her mother's hands tightly Mordred could only shake her head in the negative, sending her blonde pony tail swinging as she muttered, "No, mother."

Joanna smiled as she ran her hand along her daughter's cheek, leaning into the affectionate touch Mordred very nearly did not hear her mutter, "You, are indomitable."

"Mother?" Jaime whispered as he stepped into the room, annoying Cersei immensely because really, Mordred would have asked them to follow if she had wanted them to.

Rolling her eyes she followed her twin into the room and froze when she saw that mother was as white as milk, a servant handed mother a small bundle, then after a few moments she handed it to Mordred.

Her big sister stared down at it a few moment before whispering out, "What is his name, mother?"

The now fading woman began breathing in and out quickly, her breath catching upon each release as she managed to to rasp out, "Tyrion."

As Joanna Lannister died she turned her gaze to her children and smiled sadly, "Look after each other, in the end family is all we can rely on... I...love all of you... Mordred, Cersei..., Jai-mi..., T-t-ty-rion...Tywi..."

Mordred, for her part, gritted her teeth and held Tyrion close as she began vibrating in rage and threw her head back as she screamed to the heavens above. The blonde girl eventually dropped her head to the chest of the crying new born in her arms before focusing herself, and after a time turned her gaze to Cersei.

"Mother died to bring our little brother into this world, what shall we do to make her sacrifice worth it?"

Cersei paused for a few moments, then she stated, "Whatever it takes."

Mordred smirked, and nodded her agreement as the sisters watched Jaime sobbing over the body of their dearly departed mother.

Whatever it took, the Lannister's would survive.

Mordred could get behind that...even if she had to become the team mom.