The Emperor From Another Empire(Discontinued)

How far can a Mother's love go?

Cercei I

Artur, my firstborn son, my darling boy. My Golden King. The bright light of the Red Keep, as many of the servants liked to call him. Ever since his birth, he had become the one thing that kept me from going mad in this blasted castle, before Joffrey, Art was the only person in the Red Keep who could keep myself from riling up. I always dreamt of seeing him on the Iron Throne as Joffrey wields a Valyrian Steel sword against his enemies.

And yet, I never expected him to be fostered at such an early age. My son, my darling lion, being taken away from me by my own father. I will not see it happen, I will not allow it to happen. I'll do all I can to keep my son with me, anything for my darling boy.

And so I struck, I called my father to the same room he dined with us in. Sitting there in silence with one of my handmaidens to keep me company. Then the knocking of the doors sounded.

"Lord Tywin, your Grace."

"Let him in."

Like always, the doors opened and father came walking in, his normal serious and calculated steps going to the chair in front of me. Standing to show respect, my handmaiden did the same.

"Father."

I said as I motioned for the handmaid to leave.

"Why have you called for me, your Grace?"

"I would like for us to sit first to start."

Nodding, father sat down as I did the same.

"Now, tell me. Why have you called for me?"

"I want to open the situation on Art's fostering."

"What's there to discuss?"

Then there it was, his gaze, cold and freezing on any it laid its eyes on. Ever since I was a child, father always had that gaze that frightened me.

"You don't mean to say that Artur cannot foster to Casterly Rock. If not Casterly Rock then where?"

"Nowhere. He is my firstborn son, like all firstborns, he shall and will always be with me."

"You have on several occasions proclaimed your role in this family's future, now that you have fulfilled it, all you need to do now is give birth to more of Robert's children, the greatest thing you've done is give birth to Artur, as of yet Joffrey has yet to show any aptitude in any way, shape, or form, that may be mitigated with a proper fostering either under someone of great martial prowess or naval might."

"You cannot do this, father. You're stealing my first boy, my son from my arms!"

"You're my daughter! And he is my grandson! You will do as I command and foster him at Casterly Rock!"

"And so you'll pluck him out of my arms for what? To make an heir you never had?"

"Yes. If it means giving millions of Gold Dragons to Robert for his whoring and drinking then I shall do everything to foster him. You don't understand the weight that boy can bear on the Iron Throne, hell we've never seen anyone of his likeness ever since Jaehaerys. Were you listening to his words at our meal this morning, you'd know from my lectures that he'll become a king we've never seen before."

Tears already forming in my eyes as I already knew that nothing would change his mind, as a last plea I begged, even threatened.

"I'd rather see the whole world burn than have my son ripped from my arms."

Tears dripping down my face as father's expression never ceased to haunt me.

"I've spoken with Robert and Lord Arryn and they've agreed to have him fostered at Casterly Rock. On the other hand, Ser Barristan has yet to agree or decline the offer of squiring Artur."