THE STRONGEST LION | GAME OF THRONES | MARGEARY TYRELL

PROLOGUE | PART ONE

Prince Joffrey's birth was a uncomfortable and painful experience for Queen Cersei, as not only was she carrying one babe but she was carrying two.

After 36 hours of hard labour and yelling came out her first son Joffrey, who came out crying and thrashing around as if he were a mad man.

As Joffrey is taken away to get cleaned up by the midwife, Cersei starts to feel a tremendous pain in her stomach.
"AHHH!!" Cersei screams. This made her brother who was in the room with her for support, as her useless drunk of a husband was off hunting, while she was in pain giving birth to his heirs, too look at her with wide eyes once he took his eyes off their first born.
"Cersei? What's wrong?" Jaime questions, Cersei only groans in response clutching her swollen stomach.
"What's wrong with her?" Jaime demands an answer from Maester Pycelle. Jaime kneels next to Cersei as to try and comfort her.
"It appears that her grace is too have a second babe" Pycelle answers amazed by what has come by as twins where quite special.
"The Gods have blessed you my Grace. Right now all I need you to do is push my Grace" Pycelle demands the queen. Cersei started too push.
"AHHHH!!!"Cersei screams. Making sure everyone in Westeros heard her roar.
"Here it comes" Pycelle tells Cersei. Pycelle slowly pulls the baby out off the Queens womb and quickly notices the birthing chord was wrapped around its tiny neck, having to act quick he quickly cuts the end of the birthing chord and wraps the babe in a towel, he lifts up the babe readying to leave to help the babe take its first breaths.

As Cersei finally comes round to her senses she realises that the babe did not make a sound. She starts to get worried.
"Is the baby alright why is it not crying?" Cersei quickly questions in a rushed voice worried for the well-being of her baby.

"Excuse me you Grace" Maester Pycelle leaves with her youngest cub with the rest of the Maesters and midwives in towe.

Cersei tries to follow them wanting to know what is wrong with the baby, but is gently pushed back down by her loving brother.

"Don't worry sweetheart, the babe will be fine, and don't worry about the first one he's getting washed by the midwife" Jaime tries to reassure his lover who he could tell was in mush distress from the births of two baby's in one day. However how tired Cersei may seemed to be she was determined to know what was wrong with her baby.

"Jaime I swear to the gods that if you don't find out where they took our baby I will kill you in your sleep" Cersei threatens gripping onto her brothers arm like she depended on him for dear life. Sinking her nails into her brothers armour looking at him in desperation.

The doors to the birthing chamber opens to reveal Maester Pycelle holding onto to what must have been her baby, from what she could see was little limbs sprawling about everywhere, and she could hear little gurgling sounds from the little baby probably crying from being away from its mother.

"Hold your arms out your Grace. His Grace should be honoured with fact that he know has two sons" he lowers the bundle into Cersei's arms only for her to see her little cub.
Cersei joyed in the fact of knowing the gender, but looked at Pycelle with a questioning gaze wanting to know what was wrong with him.

Pycelle understanding what she wanted to ask "The birth chord was wrapped around his throat causing it to close off leaving not oxygen pass through the body so we had to act quickly to remove it so he could breath" Pycelle explains to her.
"Will he be alright?" Cersei asked not wanting to hurt her little strong cub.
"He should be, he is strong just like his mother and father but be known it is up to you to know if he needs help as it is your instinct... know we must take our leave as you need rest. My Grace" Pycelle says bowing his head a slowly leaving with the rest of the maesters, leaving it to just be her and Jaime and their little cubs.

"Know we already agreed that our first son would be named Joffrey, but what about this little one? He will need a name" Jaime says softly, gently rubbing his finger against the sleeping baby's cheek in Cersei's arms.
"I don't know but it needs to be strong" Cersei says tiredly, while holding the baby close to her chest.
"How about ... Ragnar?" Jaime asks with a look of admiration in his eyes for the baby.
"Ragnar?" Cersei asks with a raised eyebrow, deciding if she liked it or not.
"Yes Ragnar, the name means warrior, and I think personally he has already fought for his life a won, which means he'll be stronger than all of us making him the strongest lion of the pride" Jaime says with a smile on his face, hoping Cersei would agree with him.

"Yes Ragnar Baratheon I like the sound of that, our strongest cub" Cersei starts too feel drowsy.
"Please Could you take him to his brother in their crib for me I don't think Robert will be visiting them tonight and I am exhausted " Cersei says through heaps of exhaustion while lifting little Ragnar for Jaime to carry.
Jaime showing signs of hesitation not wanting to hurt Ragnar, but soon noticed his sister's eyes closing, he gently lifted Ragnar out of his mothers tired and frail arms and gently rocked him side to side.
To the different movements Ragnar's eyes opens for the first time making him gaze up at his so cal "uncle". Jaime is met with the most vibrant green eyes that pierce up at him, they where as green as the forest if not brighter it reminded him of Cersei when she was younger playing on the beaches of Casterly Rock having no care for the world or of it's problems.
Jaime softly sways his body to try and lull Ragnar back to sleep and moves over to the babies crib to which lays his other "nephew" or son as he can call him when he is alone with Cersei. He softly lays Ragnar next to Joffrey, watching his two yellow haired lions lie next to each other peacefully like there was no trouble in the world.
As Jaime sees that there would be no trouble in the chamber he quickly and quietly left his lover and sons to rest.

Ragnar was meant for greatness on the day of his birth to the day of his death.

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