Chapter 1: Endings and New Beginnings
Hello everybody! Iskander Mandoraekon here with a new chapter for the Drabbles. This story is a Crossover between Percy Jackson and Game of Thrones, where instead of simply staying in the tree she was transformed into by Zeus, Thalia died from her injuries and was reincarnated as the firstborn of Robert Baratheon and Cersei Lannister.
In here, Thalia was born during the first year of the Usurper's marriage, so she is only a year younger than Robb and Jon. Look to the bottom if you want an age indext for the characters in the book.
I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Heroes of Olympus or Game of Thrones
Half-Blood Hill; July 31, 1999
Thalia Grace was dying.
She could feel the very life drain from her body, even as the lightning struck her and the transformation from demigoddess to tree began. The chilly grasp of Thanatos was already settling into her bones, bones that had been revealed during the vicious attacks of the hellhounds.
She just wished that she could have survived to protect Annabeth and Luke from the rest of the dangers unleashed upon her group by Hades' anger.
Perhaps she'd be able to see Jason in the afterlife…
Unfortunately, as the tree began finishing its metamorphosis, Thalia would never be able to know… for a certain Earth Mother took hold of her soul and sent it through the veil between dimensions to an ancient kingdom once ruled by silver haired dragons…
Red Keep, King's Landing; 284 AC
Jaime
Cursing under his breath at how much time it was taking him to navigate the Red Keep in order to arrive at his sister's bedchamber, Ser Jaime, eldest son of the ever grim Tywin Lannister, raced up the last flight of stairs at a fast jog, while trying to force himself to remain calm.
At noon, his beloved twin sister, the new Queen, Cersei, had gone into labor and, of course, he just had to find out from a guardsman at the city gates after coming back from a Hunt with the newly crowned, for a year, King Robert that had lasted from morning to late afternoon. Evening was now approaching and the shadows of twilight were encompassing the land in a blanket of darkness.
However, it wasn't the state of the night that preoccupied the mind of Jaime Lannister. No, it was the fact that his beautiful twin sister, his secret lover, was giving birth to her first child.
The child that would become the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros once grown…
'I hope it's a boy,' the Kingslayer thought, hoping to be able to train the child in the art of warfare, whether or not it was his or Robert's seed that created it.
Cersei would defiantly be overjoyed if it was his child…
He personally wouldn't be too disappointed to just be an uncle…
Striding purposefully towards the door to the Queen's bedchambers, Jaime nodded to the two members of the Kingsguard who stood guarding the entrance from any would-be assassins.
"I'm going in there to see my sister whether you like it or not," Jaime growled, his hand tightening its grip on his sword's hilt as the taller of the guards stepped forward to intercept him. "So either get out of my way or get beaten down."
Upon seeing how serious their fellow knight was, the guardians of the Royal Family decided to step aside and allowed the Kingslayer past.
Paying no mind to the men, Jaime took great strides toward the bed of his sister where he could see the golden haired woman sitting propped up by several pillows.
Her long, beautiful golden hair hung about her shoulders dampened by the sweat of her labor, hiding her face with several sticky strands as she kept her eyes on the small bundle in her lap.
"Where are the maids?" Jaime asked in confusion as he looked about at the strangely empty room. "Where is Maester Pycelle?"
Hearing a grunt from his sister, the golden knight turned his attention back to his twin and smiled at the sight of the bundle she held, hearing a whine as what looked like little arms moved the covering of the blanket, "Is that…?"
When Cersei didn't respond to his questions, Jaime walked to her side and sat down on the bedside and looking down at the bundle of blankets that had so captivated her attention. Peeking inside, the former Lannister heir found a smile growing on his face at the sight of a small, pink baby with an adorable face looking back at him.
At the sight of the newborn, Jaime couldn't help but smile as he took in his sister's perfect child who looked both healthy and happy to be there, her tiny eyes looking wondrously around her.
"She's so small," was the whisper that escaped from Cersei's lips for the first time since he entered the room, making Jaime frown slightly at the tone in her voice, like she was disgusted with her own child.
Looking down again, he took notice that his sister wasn't actually touching the baby or its swaddling blankets, just staring down at it from where it rested on the blanket covering her legs. An expression that the Lion of the King's Guard had hoped was joyous wonder, but a large part of him knew due to her constant interactions with her husband and their own brother Tyrion that there wasn't a single bit of the emotion on her face or in her voice right now.
"She, hmm?" Jaime asked as he stroked the newborn's cheek with his large hand, smiling softly when it let out a gurgling giggle. "She is a rather good size considering she's only a few hours old."
Looking at his sister, Jaime frowned at the sight of her face not changing, "Is her gender what you're so worried about? I don't think the king will be too concerned about something such as his heir being a girl, he likes strong woman like that Lyanna girl."
He studied his sister's face after his words and realized that his words hadn't changed her expression at all, if anything, it had become tighter before she gestured to the top of the baby's head, where a small curl of raven black hair sat, "She's a Baratheon."
"Yes, I see," Jaime muttered, stroking the child's head as her eyes slowly closed again, just now noting how she had the Usurper's eyes as well. "However, I don't see what you're so worried about-"
"What if she is just like him?" Cersei interrupted with a growl much like the lions their grandfather had once kept beneath Casterly Rock, her beautiful emerald eyes glaring down at the child with accusations for whatever her future might hold.
"What!?" Jaime exclaimed as he looked at his beloved twin, "Hey now, I know that Robert isn't exactly the best husband and probably won't be all that much of a father giving his track record for drinking and whoring, but that doesn't mean his child, your daughter, is going to be anything like that."
"The blood of that bastard of a stag runs through her veins," came his sister's snide remark, the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms sitting back slightly as if to distance herself from the newborn resting in her bed.
"That blood," Jaime said calmly as he stared at his sister, wondering why she was acting like this. "Also runs through the veins of Lord Stannis and he isn't like Robert, and you may have forgotten this in the last couple hours, but she also has the blood of House Lannister running through her veins, the blood of our father, you and me."
With those words, the Kingslayer saw his sister and Queen's lips shake slightly as she looked down at her child, staring silently for several long moments as if trying to locate any of her family's features in the chubby cheeked, black haired infant.
After what seemed like an hour, Cersei looked up into his green eyes and then down at her lap, where Jaime noticed a fluffed up pillow laying across her legs for the first time since he caught sight of the woman.
"I tried to do it…" The Queen whispered out, her brother barely able to hear her voice despite his close proximity. "But I couldn't do it…"
The words spoken, Jaime's mind raced for nary but a couple seconds before the realization behind his beloved sister's words hit him like one of Robert's hammer blows to the stomach.
"What!" Jaime nearly shouted as he stood away from the bed in shock, staring at his now crying twin, his mind trying to find an explanation to why his sister would even think of committing an act like kinslaying, let alone the murder of an innocent child. "How in all the Seven Hells could you even think of something like that!? She's just a baby!"
"That didn't stop Robert from killing Rhaegar Targaryen's children," was her petulant answer that made Jaime glare down at his sibling.
"That's different!" Jaime growled out, not believing what he was witnessing. "Besides, we both know that father was the one who ordered that, before Robert was even inside the city."
He returned his stare to the newborn at that moment, slightly reliving the memory of when his father and Gregor Clegane had brought in the mangled bodies of children he had spent many a day guarding and playing games with, the Lannister unable to understand what would drive his sister, his own flesh and blood, to want to even think about wanting to smother her first child.
She may be the child of Robert Baratheon, but that didn't mean that she would grow up to be like the boastful king. Not even their father in his rage at the first sight of their brother's misshapen form after the death of their mother would drive the man to murder his own flesh and blood.
"Jaime I can't do this…" Cersei said, her voice wavering as she turned her gaze away from her daughter to her brother. "I can't have his child… If it was yours it would be different…"
Then she held the pillow out to the young King's Guard, an imploring look on her tear soaked face, "You have to do it… Please Jaime…"
His body froze at those words in a second and the once heir of Tywin Lannister stared dumbstruck at the form of his sister, unable to believe that the only person he had ever truly loved was asking this sort of thing of him. He felt as if someone was trying to rip out his heart with a rusty shovel.
He loved his sister, had loved her since he could remember, loved her more than he could any other woman he'd laid eyes on. However, since his first sight of her in that small bundle of blankets, he had also come to love his new and first niece. She shared his blood and she was so small and harmless.
Was he disappointed that she wasn't his?
Yes…
But, that didn't mean he did not love her all the same.
"She won't be another version of Robert, Cersei," Jaime said stiffly as he tore the pillow from the Queen's grasp and hurled it across the room, where it bounced off the wall with a dull thud, the action causing a flinch on the golden Queen's face at the sight of the usually joyful, if snarky knight's wrath, the young King's Guard looking very much like his father in that moment. "You'll just have to raise her, make it so that she'll be like her mother."
Cersei began to cry at those words, sobbing loudly as she stared down at the baby she had given birth to.
Jaime simply ignored her as he attempted to purge his anger from his body at the words he had been hearing from Cersei and the attempted action she had nearly taken and tried to make him take, firmly disappointed in his twin.
"Cersei…" He finally said after a short while, turning to look at the crying mother. "She is newly born and has done nothing wrong, the only thing she shares with him now is his eyes and hair, who knows, she'll probably look like you."
Jaime sat down softly at his words, hugging his sister and stroking her opposing shoulder to calm her down. He kissed her gold covered head and held the quaking body of his sister close, attempting to bring her comfort physically.
Cersei opened her mouth to reply to him, but the two of them stopped their motions when the twins heard shouts from Ser Barristan to the two King's Guard outside. To avoid an awkward explanation, Jaime quickly moved from his sister's bedside and stood next to the entryway of Cersei's bedchamber, bowing as his brother-in-law, the new King Robert, rushed into his wife's birthing chamber, the powerful giant of a man dragging a massive stag behind him with but a single hand, the arrow that felled it still in its neck.
The Usurper was taller than Jaime, towering over many in the room. The beginnings of a wild black beard showing on his chin with wide, broad shoulders, a build that would put a bull to shame and a fierce look in his electric blue eyes.
Raising his raven colored eyebrow at the tears of his young wife, the Baratheon King turned a questioning look at the eighteen year old, realization of what Robert wanted flashed across his face and mind, leading to Jaime moving to the bed of his weeping sister and he carried the sleeping babe to her father.
"My apologies my king," Jaime said as he came to a rest on his knee while holding the infant up to the King. "My sister is still in a little bit of pain from giving birth; allow me to present to you your first child, a daughter."
King Robert gently took the small child with an uneasy look in his eyes as his massive hands held the tiny child and looked down at his new daughter with a curious expression.
Behind the large king, the rest of the Hunting Party stood watching from their position near the door, Robert's brother Stannis, the Lord of Dragonstone, standing at the front of the group and watching his older brother's interaction with the child in interest.
Stannis Baratheon was a very serious man only two years Robert's younger, but he was a man who already held a reputation as a very reliable warrior and sailor, having become Master of Ships after the civil war had ended, and who already had a receding hairline, unlike his brother's wild mane.
After a while of silence, Robert finally gave a loud laugh and a wide smile spread itself across his face, then he turned to show off his daughter proudly to the members of the Hunting Party that had made it to the Queen's chambers.
His loud voice however quieted quickly much to the surprise of the onlookers and the two Lannisters when the infant in his grasp woke with a start and began crying.
"It's okay my beautiful little doe," Robert said with a softness that surprised many of the rooms occupants as he rocked his daughter expertly with a loving smile, turning to his wife for the first time since he received his new child. "What shall we name her?"
Jaime was pleasantly surprised that the King was even considering his wife's opinion since their relationship had been rather tense since their wedding night, but he eventually chalked it up to how children often times bring family together.
Cersei sighed as she turned her tired eyes in her husband's direction, "I would have thought you would have named her after the wolf girl…"
Jaime winced as he saw the King's eyes take on a cool gleam at the Queen's words, everyone knowing that Lyanna Stark was a rather sore subject with the Usurper due to Rhaegar's kidnapping of his betrothed and her death at the Tower of Joy.
"No I wasn't," Robert snarled slightly before his eyes lit up lovingly at the sight of his now bubbling daughter. "Hmm, how about, yes, yes… your name will be Thalia, after my great-grandmother."
"Princess Thalia of the House Baratheon," Stannis said after the applause for the girl's name died down, giving one of his rare smiles as he walked over to his elder brother and looked down at his niece. "I'd be careful if I were you Robert, you might have to dig your hammer out when she comes of age to ward off all her suitors."
The baby girl gurgled in delight at the sight of her uncle, while Robert's face paled at the thought of all the young lords and knights that would be coming after his beloved daughter when she came of age and Jaime gave a smile at the sight, feeling like a weight had lifted away from his shoulders.
Sighing, the son of Tywin looked over at the only person who did not seem to share the lords' and King's enthusiasm for the newly named Thalia.
His sister.
His sister, who was staring blankly at the touching scene as Robert paraded his daughter around to the older lords, Jon Arryn finding himself with the honor of holding the newborn.
Taking his attention from the woman, a smile replaced his frown as he banished the dark thoughts of his sister's attempts to kill his niece in order to replace them with the thought that the girl certainly wouldn't grow up starved for her family's affection.
Jaime bowed and excused himself from the room in order to send a raven to Casterly Rock so that his father and brother could know that the King now had an heir, hoping that his sister would become the loving mother she was supposed to be in time.
And that is the end of the chapter; make sure to review on how much ya'll like it. For this story, I was hit with a sudden urge to make a Game of Thrones fic (Most likely from reading the Game of Thrones books again) and for a while I was stuck on how to do it, most of the time going back and forth between using a reincarnated Harry Potter or Naruto for the idea.
Until I decided to take a different approach by using a secondary character like I had with Yoruichi D. Monkey story. Then I thought about how Thalia had been sealed in a tree for over seven years in the P. Jackson world, so I thought why not make her the daughter of Robert Baratheon, the only trueborn of Robert that Cersei wasn't able to kill in the womb, where she would be raised to be a great warrior by her father (because really, he was said to love Lyanna for her warrior spirit, I don't think he'll have a problem with a girl fighting).
Plus, I know you all would think it better that she would rule instead of that insufferable shit known as Joffrey Baratheon *cough* Waters *cough*. Of course if I continue, I will have it where Thalia is run out of King's Landing by Cersei having Joffrey seize the throne despite everyone knowing that Thalia was the Crown Princess.
By the way in terms of male and female knights in case you find a confusing word below, Ser is the term for a male knight, Dame is the term for a female knight.
That's all for that, underneath here is the ages for the characters in the book (plus Thalia):
King Robert I Baratheon – 35
Queen Cersei Lannister – 31
Crown Princess Thalia Baratheon – 13
Prince Joffrey Baratheon – 11
Princess Myrcella Baratheon – 7
Prince Tommen Baratheon – 6
Lord Paramount Stannis Baratheon – 33
Lady Selyse Florent – 29
Princess Shireen Baratheon – 10
Lord Paramount Renly Baratheon – 20
Ser Jaime Lannister – 31
Lord Tyrion Lannister – 24
Lord Paramount Eddard Stark – 34
Lady Catelyn Stark nee Tully – 33
Ser Robb Stark – 14
Lady Sansa Stark – 11
Arya Stark – 9
Brandon "Bran" Stark – 7
Rickon Stark – 2
Jon Snow – 14
Benjen Stark – 30
Lord Theon Greyjoy – 18
Prince Viserys Targaryen – 21
Khaleesi Daenerys Targaryen – 13
Ser Davos Seaworth – 37
Samwell "Sam" Tarly – 14
Dame Brienne of Tarth – 19
Captain/Lady Asha Greyjoy – 22
Lord Commander Barristan Selmy – 60
Lord Paramount Tywin Lannister – 55
Lord Paramount/Hand Jon Arryn – 62
Lady Lyssa Arryn – 29
Robert/Robin Arryn – 5
Lord Petyr Baelish – 29
Shae – 17
Maester Aemon Targaryen – 99
Lord Walder Frey – 89
Lady Olenna Redwyne – 69
Lord Paramount Mace Tyrell – 41
Ser Loras Tyrell – 15
Lady Margaery Tyrell – 14
King-Beyond-the-Wall Mace Tyrell – 41
Sandor Clegane – 28
Ser/Lord Gregor Clegane – 33
Prince Oberyn Martell – 40
Prince Doran Martell – 50
Khal Drogo – 31
Ser Jorah Mormont – 44
Lord Commander Jeor Mormont – 67
Gendry Waters - 13