Jeyne had her baby today, bright and early, and at the start of the new year, 287 AC, at that. It was a wriggling baby boy that came from her womb, and Stannis was there for it, and he was holding her hand as she gave life to her first babe. He was so beautiful, with her bright blue eyes and raven-coloring, Jeyne just had to smile in pure joy upon seeing him, happy, and healthy, but most of all, alive. She held onto him, as he yowled his lungs at them for the first time ever. The midwife, a small staunch woman donned in the heavy wearings of a Septa, had washed the babe off with a wet cloth, and swaddled the youngster in a clean blanket yellow and black blanket, so that she might hold him, to see him. He was so handsome, Jeyne felt her heart jump right out of her chest upon seeing him. He was so warm, and so her's, and besides, he had her nose, her precious nose on his little face.
"Davos. His name is Davos." Her husband said. "Named after my Onion Knight, and besides, I like the sounds of Lord Davos Baratheon of Storm's End." He was smiling, and he never usually smiled. Jeyne was happily coddling her baby boy, as she stared into those blue eyes of his that reminded her so much of her Lord husband's and her own. His eyes were open, and he staring curiously at everyone. Jeyne patted her newborns raven locks, and continued hugging him. She'd forever protect her little Dragon Hunter, even in death. She loved her little boy immediately, even though he cracked a bunch of her ribs during pregnancy and forced her to be bedridden throughout most of the pregnancy, he was still the first child she had ever given birth to, and she found him to be so handsome, even though he had a thin line of baby hair on the top of his cone shaped little head.
"My little Davos, I hope you are a woe to all of those dishonorable Dragons out there, just like how Davos the Dragon-Slayer was." Jeyne smiled at him, genuinely full of affection for the boy, as she cuddled with her warm and soft boy. He'd no doubt need a breast-mother, given that she didn't want to ruin her figure, and besides, she was still fertile; her mother's milk was . He gurgled at her, and smiled his babish smile at her, before the little boy's father held his little bottom in his rather large hands, as he sat swaddled in a sheet of raven/golden colour material. The baby smiled at the contact between his father, giggling besides himself as someone, her midwife no doubt, had brought out a satin diaper for the little lordling to wear, so that his business doesn't ruin the soft myrish fabric that he was currently swaddled in.
The boy grabbed Stannis's finger as his father beheld him and gave him a rather large smile. Stannis smiled back at the boy, and Jeyne supposed this moment was about the only time when her Lordly husband was smiling with genuinely mirth around him, as he stared at his newborn son and heir. He looked pleased, staring down at the infant boy, that was his and hers own little creation, before he giving him back to her, but not after he kissed her gently on the cheek for it too. She appreciated the effort, given how she spent nearly twelve hours in labor before giving birth to him. Which by the way, was the most painful experience in her life, she had never felt anything more painful, and the maester tried to stop it from being so, but she apparently lost a great sum of blood giving life to him, even with the help of milk and poppy to comfort her labor pains. Her husband had seen the birth, all the way through, even though she slept for most of the farce labor, and woke up to the pains of the actual labor beginning. He had also fallen asleep on the chair next to her, but she woke him up with a nudge and a large smile on her face, to let him know that she was ready to give life to his child.
After the boy's birth, Stannis went back to King's Landing to deal with the Hand and the King once more, but not before bedding her in celebration for the healthy baby and his heir's birth. Jeyne stood-fast over her baby, all the same, playing with him, and tickling him whenever the babe needed it. She also changed diapers despite her ladies objections, and cleaned him when they were finished making mud castles in the God's Wood. She often brought him on treks around the God's Wood in her own gentle arms, which was a vibrant place indeed, full of the sounds of woodpeckers pecking away their nests under one of the vast evergreen trees, and singing love birds chirping away in the forest of evergreen trees above their heads. He was interested in those sounds, considering how his raven-colored little head went up whenever he heard them. Jeyne also showed him his reflection in the gentle, clear pond surrounding the gentle white-barked heart-tree with it's grumpy face it possessed. Honestly, it looked to her that It didn't care for outsiders, but nor would it shy away from them either, all things considering. Sometimes, she'd have picnics out here in the fresh sunlight with her baby, whilst the Lord Regent looked after the Stormlands whilst her Lord Husband was absent in King's Landing, as a part of his Small Council doings. He left her here in Storm's End, namely to recover from the trauma of childbirth and to leave her in relative peace, which she was enjoying by sitting on a soft quilted blanket, overlooking the soft blue sky, with some of her ladies and her little boy. Her ladies were offering her some spring water out of a glass bottle, and some freshly baked bread and brie cheese from a goat that they had milked recently and curdled into the creamy cheese for her benefit. But when she was pregnant, she couldn't eat the cheese, given that it might have some nasty things in it that could've killed her babe, something she didn't want to happen. Indeed, she kept away from everything that could've killed him during her pregnancy.
"Davos, my sweet little boy, your going to rule this castle and all of the Stormlands someday, my little baby boy. But always remember to be my good, sweet handsome little boy. " She stared into his bright blue eyes, as she pitched his delicate little nose, which made him laugh besides himself, as they sat cuddling on the soft raven-colored blanket, him in her arms, as she watched the white, snowy clouds go on above her head. Indeed, she was counting the clouds overhead and she also saw many clouds of many shapes and sizes. So far, she had seen a cloud of what appeared to be someone bending their knees before another wearing a fluffy crown on their heads. She wondered what exactly she was suppose to make of that symbolism up in the clouds - what it suppose to mean, or did it even mean anything? She herself personally doubted it meant anything, given that Robert was King, and she didn't suppose that would change soon, unless somehow that Targaryen child-boy in the Free Cities somehow managed to amass such a army, that he could overthrow Robert from his current position on the Iron Throne, but she supposed that kind of thinking was illogical and highly unlikely to happen. Actually, she hoped the Targaryen children were caught and killed in Essos, so that their own claim to the Throne wouldn't hurt her own children in the future, for she naturally amused that they'd hold a grudge against her Lordly husband's family for what they did in taking 'their' kingdoms away from the grasping, little fingers of their insane father.
He gurgled, as he continued laying with her in that extremely handsome outfit she had picked out for him; it was one of Lord Renly's old babe clothes, but she wouldn't tell the little Lord of Dragonstone this, when he came a visiting here to Storm's End when he did somewhat often; but she did find it to be a nice-looking boy outfit, and besides, it fit him very well. It was a soft raven-yellow coat, with little well-worn Myrish styled slippers, with a tiny golden buckle on the gentle raven-colored shoe. It was so cute, but Jeyne added a tiny cream/blue colored sasha attached gently to one of the boy's pockets. She wanted him to know he was as much a part of the vale as he was, and she was sure that her husband wouldn't mind it one bit, considering he wore a combined House sigil of House Baratheons crowned Stag and her own house Sigil of the preying bird of House Arryn, on his own petticoat for everyone to see. It made Cersei furious that Stannis, her good brother, would honor his wife's house, but Robert wouldn't do her own - Jeyne got a good laugh out of that when she heard that piece of tidbit from out of the capital.
Cersei Lannister,
"So, she had given birth a son. A robust, raven-haired son." Cersei was infuriated by this news, that the cute Arryn girl would produce one for that dour Stannis of all things. Besides, during the girl's own wedding in Storm's End she had been with Jaime. It was so much better than watching Robert drunkily grope her, which he undoubtfully did considering it was Robert of all people. But, she did have fun envisioning it whilst she was having sex with Jaime, considering Jeyne Arryn, the eh looking girl, was her enemy now. She was the one that could destroy her, and everything that Cersei held dear. She was the girl that Maggy the Frog spoke of, when she said a Younger and more beautiful Queen would come & take everything she, Cersei held dear. She was right, the girl was younger than her, by nearly two years actually, and some of the ignorant amongst the masses might say she was more beautiful than Cersei.
"Dearie, I swear that she wouldn't hurt you." Her twin said, as he snuggled with her.
"Her son might." Cersei responded, "He might hurt my precious Joffrey, he might hurt me and you, take everything that I love and care about away from me. My crown, my future.. Everything, and all because she bloody produced a boy." She felt fury at that, that he might be the one to overthrow her beloved Joffrey in the future. To be the one to put him in one of those golden-colored body bags, saved for the dead. Like what Maggy the Frog said, that her three children would be killed and each placed in golden bags. Cersei could not allow that future to happen no matter what. She grabbed him, pinning him to the pillow, as Robert the drunkard slept besides her on the same satin sheets, completely unaware of what was happening between the two on the other side of each other. He was a dullard and a rotting drunkard full of head for another woman, a dead woman, for that matter, Cersei knew it to be true, that he was a dull, stupid drunkard with nothing in his heart besides for Lyanna, Lyanna, that she-bitch that he cared so much for that he mistook her for that Wolf-girl during their bedding - she was glad that Lyanna Stark was dead and rotting in the ground, for all that she cared about her. She actually wished that she piss on the girl's grave, just to spite him, for she was his wife, not that wolf-she bitch that he so yearned for in preference for she.
"I'll swear, I'll protect you against that." He kissed her neck, and she felt so right, to be with him, the one that got her wet at night, not the one that dishonoured her... because of Lyanna, and because of girls like Jeyne, the kind, dutiful, passive kinds. She hated Jeyne Arryn. "I'll kill himself myself If he tries." She had no doubt that her knight would do anything to protect their boy, Joffrey, if that insolent whelp of Jeyne Arryn's tried anything against him. Indeed, he was going to be King, whilst Jeyne's boy was just a servant, an underthing under Joffrey's virtuous reign over the entire Seven Kingdoms, whilst her little boy would rule a vast nothingness over the poor Stormlands. It was such a shitty piece of land amongst the Seven Kingdoms, that he was truly no threat to her or her child's heirship or current state of legitimacy, despite their close proximity to them in King's Landing, she wasn't worried a single bit. Not know, not whilst they were still itty bitty little babe suckling on the breast of their milk mothers - although, he did threaten him still, and just thinking about it made her hate this little Davos creature, as his parents called him after that lowborn smuggler of whom saved Stannis's life during the siege of Storm's End by the Tyrells. She also believed that Stannis lacking in the usual courtesy one would have at saving another's life when one was close to starving, cut off his fingers. She wondered why the boy was named that, of all the names they could've given him.
Cersei smiled, a vicious smile, before whispering. "I'd like his mother's head bronzed too..." Jeyne Arryn was a passive little girl, so naïve to the Game of Thrones and yet so involved in the game as it was even without even knowing it. Personally, Cersei disliked that nativity of hers, considering it was the kid of innocent naivety that everyone seemed to love about the girl, including Stannis of whom sent her messages daily to Storm's End in regards about his son's and wife's personal health & safety like a bloody mother hen or something. He liked her, he could see it in those montone blue eyes, whenever he spoke about her. But, killing Jeyne would be dangerous regardless, considering Jeyne was the Hand's most beloved niece - in fact, that actually made her extremely dangerous, more dangerous than Cersei had thought previously about her. Her family already had a measure of influence over Robert's foolhardy actions and thus over the court of King's Landing itself. It was a very dangerous line to cross.
"That can be arranged Cersei, anything can be arranged for you."
She smiled a rather devious one, before he entered her. She could feel him spilling his seed within her, as he thrusted into her half a dozen times, with such strength and endurance, that Cersei felt herself warming against the embrace of his cock entering her. But she felt so deeply satisfied by him, that she couldn't breath; and besides, she was making sure not to be too loud in her pleasure less they awake Robert from his drunken slumber. She'd need to produce at least one child of Robert's, at least. She had too, she saw that she had no other choice in the matter of child-birthing - and it was in order to avoid suspicion of the nature of her incestuous relationship with Jaime, at the very least. Though the thought of having a raven-haired for him utterly disgusted Cersei, given that she had cleansed herself of his taint before, she saw no other path In her future beyond having at least one trueborn for Robert.
He kissed her neck, and it was a harsh, bitter kiss. But at least he was still her beloved knight. He got off of her, but not before he kissed her deeply, and full of compassion. He had no hairs on his chins, and he was so handsome to Cersei, but not as handsome as Rhaegar Targaryen. She hated Robert for murdering him on the Trident, and she always would, but her brother's strong arms and gentle, but loyal heart would have to do in the place of any real love. She did love Jaime though, truly, like another part of her being, like he was the second half of her that always thought what she thought, did what she wanted... no, Jaime's, her twin brother, is her second half, her second soul, and yet they were trapped in two separate bodies. Honestly, she felt so lost when he wasn't within her loins and producing his semen into her eggs to produce her offspring; and not to mention, no man would ever replace him in feeling truly alive during sex like Jaime, her twin brother, would or could for that matter.
He eventually let her go, and left to go clear his white uniform of the stain of white sticky substance that was dripping off of her own legs. No doubt, his white-cloak would smell like dog shite for sometime, but she supposed it was worth it. Robert mumbled and turned around, still happily naïve in his sleep. She wished that she could just strangle with a pillow, he disgusted her so. But something simply weren't meant to be, but she rather enjoyed dreaming the various ways that the drunken fool known as Robert Baratheon could meet his end. By Jaime's own sword, like Aerys II, and she could see the horror in those blue eyes of his as he realized he was being betrayed, or by a pack of stray dogs that could tear him from limb to limb as Cersei watched the scene from a safe distance, and reminded him of Lyanna. Lyanna, that insufferable cunt that he so dearly wanted. She was dead, like he was going to be due to those pack animals bleeding him dry as they tore off his arms and legs in a rather grotesque fashion as he screamed for help that would never come, like his Lyanna would never come, nobody would save him from his fate of course, and not to mention, he'd had no weapons, including his famous hammer or anything of the sort to be used defend himself with, just the use of his meaty fists that he uses to hit her when she's disobedient to his wishes or what-not. The best part was of course, that she wouldn't do anything to save him from that fate that had befell him. She'd simply enjoy the show that was before him, with a bottle of whiskey in hand as a sort of celebrity drink to her victory, to knowing that he was dead.
She smiled. She liked the thought of Jeyne's blonde head on her mantel, as a warning to all those that would oppose her wroth in the future, alongside the raven-colored head of Robert the Drunk, Robert the Fool, the Dullard, of which she'd also liked bronzed, and would join Jeyne's own bronzed head, to appease her fantasies and dreams, so that no enemy can hurt or attack her or her children in the future, no drunken, horrible husbands like Robert, just Cersei and Jaime, the two souls in one body, forever together in an eternal blissfulness that no man could deny. Actually, Cersei had an idea for what Robert's placate would say when she had his head bronzed one day, and it would read,Lyanna's bitch. That would make Cersei happy, beyond anything else.