A five-year-old Harrian- nicknamed Harry, Baratheon was the subject of adoration for all the ladies at court. With his tousled hair, bright green eyes, and bashful grin, he was already a heartbreaker. He was born in the year 285 AC, a few years after Cersei nee. Lannister and Robert Baratheon had gotten married.

Though the boy was young, his personality stood out quite clearly- in quite an obvious pairing to that of the Baratheon and Lannister names. Though the boy was bold and brave, he was cunning in his ways and knew to think things through. He was intrigued by both the art of swords as well as the planning for a battlefield. Tywin, personally, couldn't have asked for a better apprentice.

As for the queen, she loved her son dearly. At first, she had been conflicted by the fact that a man she had no feelings for was the father of a child she had given life. She had desperately wished to end the babe upon seeing his sleeping form. When he woke up, however, the startling green eyes that were a Lannister trait stared up at her. They were her eyes. Hers and Jamie's.

She fell in love with the shifting bundle in her arms and swore to keep him out of harm's way. The boy was a part of her, after all.

For the king and queen, in the early years of his marriage, Cersei thought that she genuinely loved him. He had been nicer to her back then, occasionally gifting her gifts and lavish dinners. Even so, at that same time, he kept whoring around and paid no more attention than he deemed necessary to the woman he was wed. At their bed once a month, he did his duty without a sound, not calling out for her or wanting anything more. He simply did his duty as a King should produce an heir and expected her to do the same.

However, she could understand this logic, as she herself, after a good decade of heartbreak towards his performance, would also rather spend as little time with him as possible. The years of marriage they had were long ones.

The boy had a distinct Baratheon look, hair, and facial structure. The small difference that brought the Lannister blood into his look was his eyes. Once holding no love for green eyes, Robert changed. Or tried to. He tried to visit the babe at least once a week in his nursery, and as Harry grew older, Robert found more happiness in spending time with the little tyke who was always so full of questions and easy laughter.

When Harry was born, Robert was by Cersei's side. When he laid eyes on him, he looked younger, almost losing the pains he'd felt during the war.

It reminded him of another child of his; his little Mya, whom he'd sired in the Vale. He regretted not being able to keep in contact with her. Yet knowing Cersei, if he did try to get in touch, she'd most likely murder her by some hidden plot or another. It was safer to leave her where she was.

Unbeknownst to Robert, Cersei did indeed have her own bastard. Or at least bastard in the making. Cersei continued her relationship with Jamie up to when she was pregnant with Harry. It wasn't surprising that she preferred the company of a fit and charming knight over that of a drunk and fat king. But when Harry was born, she told her twin that she couldn't. Not anymore. If not for the sake of her son, then for the sake of her future children and their sanities.

Even so, the pair of them did lose control of their desires at times, and judging by Cersei's swollen stomach from the child she'd been carrying for nine months, she'd be facing the result of her adventures quite soon.

Her twin, understandably, wasn't fond of the lad. Jamie Lannister was rather envious of the babe, though he'd never admit it. He wished to be a child at his sister's side once more, enjoying their little "adventures." How he missed the old Cersei, she used to care so much for him. Now it seems like he's been replaced by a miniature version of Robert. He was blinded by his resentment towards the boy who possessed the dark hair of the King, the latter of whom treated Cersei so dismissively.


"Uncle Tyrion!" The young boy called out, toddling after the figure who was only just taller than him from across the yard.

Seeing his nephew approaching, he let out a grin, let go of the whore he had on his arm, and opened his arms, inviting a hug from the younger boy.

The boy's maester hurried behind worriedly, having been told by the boy's mother not to let him out of sight.

"My Prince, must I remind you that your mother said not to wander off alone!" The man- Pycell, was it?- said as he heaved behind the young boy who'd reached his uncle's embrace.

"It's alright, Pycell. He's safe with me." He assured the older man before turning his attention to the young lad. "If it isn't my favorite nephew, Harrison!"

With a giggle, Harry corrected, "It's Harrian, Uncle Tyrion. And I'm your only nephew."

"Where have you been, Uncle?" Harry questioned. "I haven't seen you around for weeks. Mother wouldn't say anything, but father let it slip that you were off to visit Highgarden."

Ruffling the boy's hair, "Well, you've heard correctly. I have been in Highgarden. Your grandfather wanted me to settle a score with Lady Olenna. Did you know that she has a granddaughter around your age? And a beauty at that."

Scrunching his nose up, Harry shook his face in disgust. "Girls are weird and too giggly."

The whore watching the encounter snorted and muttered, "You won't think that for long."

Smirking at the lady, Tyrion hushed her. Turning to Harry, "So, young lad. Hordenstall, was it?"

He whimpered, putting on a fake frown, "It seems you have forgotten me already."

"Ah, of course," The imp said, hitting his forehead with his palm. "I just remembered that you're my only nephew." With a wink, he said, "I suppose I'll have to make it up to you!" With a flick of his wrist, he tossed a shiny silver stag he'd summoned out of nowhere. "Stag for a stag!"

Thankfully, Harry had good reflexes and caught the gold dragon his Uncle had tossed at him. With a grin, he gave another hug and wave to the half-man and bounded off somewhere else, soon followed by the rattling chains and bones of the maester who took care of the lively boy.

He contorted his face into sympathy for the maester before taking the arm of the girl he'd brought along and continued on their way.


Jamie heard the boy before he saw him. The man was standing guard outside the king's rooms before the young boy came bounding up. He heard his loud questions towards the maester and the old man's desperate attempts to keep pace with the lad, both physically and mentally.

The Lannister didn't want to deal with the excitable young twat this early morning. Resting his shoulder against the wall, he heaved a sigh before turning in the direction of the two voices.

"Uncle Jamie!" The Baratheon boy cried out when he turned the corner, grinning at the man standing guard. "Prince Harrian."

He greeted curtly.

Not noticing or perhaps ignoring the older man's obvious distaste held in his voice at his existence and presence, he went on. "Is my father in his rooms, Uncle Jay?" He questioned.

"It's Ser Jamie, Prince Harrian. To your question, yes. But he has strict orders to not let anyone in until past noon." He needn't have bothered. The boy had already barged in without either his maester or the guard knowing once Jamie had said the king was home.

Thankfully, this was one of the rare mornings when Robert was fully dressed, without any of his whores by his side. It was blessedly early for men like Robert, who considered waking up before lunch a sin.

When the two men outside the door came in after Harry to stop him, they found he was already jumping on the bed the king was lying on.

"What in the name of the seven-" he cut himself off after seeing Harry. With a chuckle, he groaned and flopped back in bed.

"Lannister!" He called out.

"Yes, your grace?"

"It seems you've failed to stop an intruder from murdering my slumber."

"Yes, your grace."

"With this recent development, I think you should have the day off. Enjoy yourself a bit." Pausing and thinking, he added, "Tell the rest of the guards they can take leave for the day as well."

"But sir," Jamie cut in.

"No, actually, keep the ones on duty to patrol the common streets today. They can have tomorrow off." Robert went for a lunge at the boy who was still jumping on the bed and tackled him in a bear hug.

"So apart from the basic, most essential guards, let the others rest." He said as he dismissed the two.

They were more or less standing shell-shocked at the door.

"Did you not hear me?" Robert questioned and groaned as the boy managed to wriggle out of his grasp and hop off the bed. "Give the guards leave. By the gods, they deserve some rest."

Jumping off the bed himself, he tried to chase Harry throughout the room, though it was hard for him to do so due to his size and condition.

Snapping out of his daze and shaking his head, Jamie went on to follow the king's order, dragging Pycell out of the room while he was at it. Harian Baratheon seemed to have the special ability to make people make choices that weren't in their own personal favor.

That boy was dangerous.


That boy was gorgeous.

As the young boy was dozing off at the dinner table, all of the handmaidens and ladies present had their eyes glued on him.

He had a slight amount of drool running down the edge of his mouth, his eyelids and long eyelashes were just shuttering over his eyes, and his hair was sticking out all over the place after numerous attempts of tired hands trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in. An unbecoming sight for a king, of course, but an endearing one for a young prince.

Should his mother or septa be here, they'd fix him up in a second and hurry him to bed.

Though at this moment, his mother was giving birth, and due to the birth being particularly hard, his own septa had gone off to help.

Right now, it was a rather quiet dinner apart from the clatter of forks and quiet chitchat.

The only distant relative of his sitting at the table was his dwarf uncle, who had passed out on the table after having too much to drink.

Whenever the boy's head sunk lower, they'd hold their breath. They'd sigh when he'd jerk it up with another bleary-eyed look and tilting head. This went on for a good half hour until his septa came down and brought him up to bed after the babe had been born.

From what Harry heard from the whispers around him as his septa carried him off to his bed, his sibling's name was Joffrey. Joffrey Baratheon, blonde of hair.