This chapter was written as part of the Facebook challenge "Sur Votre 31":
- Invite : ''Child''.

All the universe of Game of Thrones belongs to GRR Martin, DB & DW.

Context: Alternate Universe – Canon Divergence – Pre-serie – Suite to ''King/Queen''.

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When the first rays of sunlight began to penetrate gently through the bedroom windows, loud cries filled the room.

Baby crying.

Cersei let herself fall back against Jaime, who was right behind her, tilting her head back, panting, out of breath after those long hours of work. She was happy he was there. Most men were not interested in the birth of their children, or even in their children themselves as long as they were so small, as long as they could not speak or even walk.

But Jaime had asked to be notified as soon as the birth began, even if it meant interrupting his busy schedule, important as it was. He would have spent all his time with Cersei, who had had a rather difficult end to her pregnancy and who, on the Grand Maester's instructions, had been bedridden last month, but unfortunately, the Seven Kingdoms weren't going to govern themselves, and Jaime was not in favor of leaving his father alone in charge.

So when a squire arrived, embarrassed to interrupt a meeting of the small council, and told him that Cersei's delivery had begun, he naturally got up and went to their apartments.

Jaime's father was talking when he was suddenly interrupted by someone knocking at the door of the room.

The young boy behind the door looked uncomfortable, perhaps having to speak directly to the king, something he had never thought he would have to do.

Tywin continued his long tirade, but Jaime silenced him with a simple wave of his hand, leaving the squire to speak:

"Forgive me for disturbing you, Your Grace, My Lords.''

Then he spoke to Jaime alone.

''Your Grace, I have been instructed to tell you that the deliverance of Her Grace the Queen has begun.''

"Perfect.''

Jaime pushed his seat back and rose to his feet.

"And where do you plan to go?''

His father's voice was cold, as sharp as a knife's blade.

Jaime looked at him without blinking.

''Well, it seems to me that the boy said that the queen had started to give birth. So I go to her.''

''Men don't belong there. You will go to Cersei when your son is born.''

Jaime walked towards Tywin, dominating him as he stood tall.

''I am the King of Westeros, the Suzerain of the Seven Kingdoms, and my wife, the Queen, has begun to give birth to the future prince or princess of this kingdom. I don't think there's anywhere else I should be.''

With that, he turned and left the room.

Cersei didn't have time to rest for two minutes as one of the many midwives posed the screaming newborn baby, wrapped in white swaddling clothes embroidered with roaring golden lions, without giving her a moment's rest.

''A healthy girl, Your Graces.''

Cersei looked at Jaime, a gleam of anxiety deep in her green eyes. Their eldest child would not be of manly sex, how would he react?

But he leaned closer to her and, smiling, kissed her on the cheek:

''Thank you, love... Thank you very much...''

Cersei then smiled back. Jaime had told her repeatedly that he didn't care if it was a boy or a girl, as long as she and the baby were healthy, but she had hoped that if it was a girl, he wouldn't be too disappointed.

At the same time they looked down on their baby, their little girl, and their smiles stretched their lips even more.

The little one had all the characteristics of a Lannister, a real little lioness, with her thin golden hair and emerald green eyes, which they had barely had time to catch a glimpse of.

She started crying again, almost roaring, squirming in her mother's arms.

Cersei undid the top of her nightgown, leaving the little girl free access to her breasts, so that she could have her first meal.

Jaime's heart swelled with the sight of Cersei, his queen, with their little princess, and her fingers joined his where she held the baby, who had stopped crying and started suckling greedily.

When she had finished, she closed her little eyes and, stirring to make herself comfortable, fell asleep there.

Cersei looked at Jaime:

''Do you want to hold her ?''

Looking at her without really being sure he understood what she had said, he nodded and found himself with his daughter in his arms.

Cersei smiled as she saw Jaime holding their baby, looking at her with an explosion of love in his green eyes, and thought that she couldn't have dreamed better.

She began to close her eyelids, feeling herself drifting into a well-deserved sleep.

She felt Jaime come even closer to her, kissing her on the top of her head and urging her to rest her head on his shoulder, and dozed off there, continuing to smile.

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