Cassana Joanna Baratheon
The only true-born child of Robert Baratheon and Cersei Lannister. Though her father and mother detest each other, one thing they have in common is the complete admiration and love they share for their eldest
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It is a stormy night in King's Landing in the year 285 AC, which is odd for the notably sunny capital. Someone in the city who would find this evening more bizarre would be Cersei, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, currently in intense and unexpected labor. The Queen did not know she was pregnant. Anymore, at least at one point earlier in the year, she was pregnant with her husband King Roberts's child. Cersei refused to carry his child, so she -and her beloved twin Jaime found a healer to cleanse her with Moon Tea. The pain she had felt earlier in the day was different but not alarming. However, when she felt liquid flow down her legs, she knew something was wrong, so now she lay in her chamber bed, baring her teeth in pain while maids and maesters scrambled to prepare for the unexpected or wanted royal babe. Just as the maesters prepare the Queen to push, King Robert bursts into the room, yelling, "What in the seven hells is happening?" A random maester replies, "The Queen is about to give birth to your heir, my king." Robert was made silent by that statement; he had not known that the Queen was pregnant, and she had not made him aware; he was knocked out of his stupor by the cry of pain the Queen yelled out. He hesitates to join her but pushes aside his uncharacteristic lack of assurance.
A maester says, "You must push now, my Queen. The babe is fast approaching!" Cersei pushes with all her might and screams at the top of her lungs while Robert stands in astonishment at the birth of his child. Finally, Cersei yells at the maester, "Get it out of me!" The maester begs, "One more push, my Queen!" One long and excruciating push later fills the room with a loud and robust cry. The maesters prepare the baby while the new parents wait anxiously to see their child. Neither is ready for one, but they are eager to meet the child.
Finally, the maester says, "It is a girl, your grace, a healthy baby girl." Robert replies, "Well, let us see her then. Show me, my daughter!" The maester approached the couple, and the first thing they see is her full head of black hair. Robert sees this and says, "Ha, a true stag she is; look at that hair!" The maester gives the baby to her mother gently. "Your daughter, my Queen." For a moment, Cersei takes her daughter in her arms and doesn't know what to do. She does not want to give birth to Robert's children. She detests the man with everything in her, yet looking at her daughter, all she felt was overwhelming love for her.
The baby has yet to open her eyes, and yet Cersei can already tell a resemblance between herself and her daughter; her nose and lips are identical to hers. They will share the same wicked smirk, making Cersei smile fondly at her beautiful daughter. Meanwhile, Roberts stares at his daughter, a feeling he can't quite grasp courses through him. Looking at the baby in his wife's arms makes him show a slight smile; he sees Baratheon in her, and the pride in him swells. He looked down at Cersei. "May I?" he asked. She reluctantly handed him their daughter. "Gently," she said. He took hold of his daughter, who was so small in his hands compared to his Warhammer. Looking at his daughter with her Baratheon hair, he felt a love he had never felt before, not even with his beloved Lyanna. Something he didn't think possible, yet staring at his daughter, he knew it was true. Holding her in his arms, he has never seen something so innocent and small in all his days. He once believed that nothing would triumph over killing Rhaegar Targaryen, yet looking at his daughter, the battle of the Trident cannot compare to the feeling pulsing through him. He looks at his wife and says, "She is beautiful, Cersei. She is a tiny little thing but beautiful. He looked to the maester in the room and asked. "She is healthy, yes?"
The maester approaches the royal couple. "Yes, your grace, the child is perfectly healthy." Robert looks down at his daughter and returns her to her mother. Cersei takes her daughter in her arms, still dazed by Robert's words but appreciative nonetheless. Their daughter coos for the first time, and they are entranced by it. Cersei gently caresses her daughter's tiny cheek while a surprisingly firm grip suddenly grabs Robert's massive finger, stroking her blanket-covered belly. The parents look down at their daughter and smile the biggest they probably have ever seen others do. The couple waits as they see their daughter begin to open her eyes and wait to see who she shares them with, so when she finally does, you can see the awe they share in knowing she has both. One Baratheon Blue and the other Lannister Green look at their daughter, whom they do not think they could love more than at that moment.
The maester approaches and is astonished. "I have never seen this before. How rare the baby is, Your Grace. Such a trait has not been seen in hundreds of years." The couple looks at their daughter before the Queen interrupts, "Is she alright? She is not ill, is she? Roberts looks at his wife before agreeing. "Is there something wrong? This is unusual for both of our houses." The fear in the new parent's voices is evident, knowing that If something were to happen to their child now, it would destroy them. The maester looks at them with a reassuring smile and says. "I assure you, Your Majesty, that she is excellent. She has inherited a trait that has been dormant in your husband's family for many years. You see, in the Targaryen bloodline, it was said that Aegon, The Conqueror, had eyes of a different color. Your daughter has received this gift from her great-grandmother, Rhaelle Targaryen."
Cersei fears the mention of the Targaryens; would Robert kill their daughter for this? Send her away, never to be seen again. Her questions were answered when Robert bellowed a roar of laughter that could make a lion tuck its tail. Their daughter, startled by the noise, begins to cry. Robert looks down at his daughter with a smile that does not ease Cersei's worries; he takes his daughter from her mother's arms, even with the silent struggle Cersei gives. Robert wins; he cradles her little figure with so much care and begins to rock the baby, calming her instantly, thus making Robert smile and say."Our daughter is carrying a trait not seen since Aegon The Conqourer!" he stares at his daughter. "She will do many great things. I can see it," he says while looking at Cersei. "Tell them to ring the bell! An heir has just been born!" he says with such pride.
The maester looks at the king with worry. "Your grace, the baby is a girl. Wouldn't you prefer to wait for the Queen to produce a son before considering an heir?" The maester says. The king briefly looks at the maester angrily before calming down, which is unusual for Robert. He smiles charmingly and rocks his daughter for a moment before saying. "My firstborn is a girl, a girl with rarity in her. I say she will be Queen, my heir, and sit on the iron throne one day because I am king, and what I say is law! Is there any part of that which is unclear?" The maester gulps and nods. "Now, all of you may leave. The Queen and I need to have a private conversation." Everyone leaves the room immediately. Robert approaches the bed his wife and Queen lay in and hands her their daughter. Cersei takes her and begins to nurse her, as one of the nursemaids showed her during the maester and Robert's conversation. Robert watches innocently as he says, "She will become a great Queen, the greatest Westeros has ever seen, Cersei. I understand we did not choose each other, but I promise to protect our daughter. I will do so as long as I am alive and have breath in my lungs and blood in my veins. No one will be allowed to harm a hair on her head." Cersei looked too stunned to speak, never imagining words coming from the man sitting before her, yet part of her knew he had told the truth. Looking up from their daughter, she looks at him, really looks at Robert. She still hates him, and that would never change, but for the first time, she saw a redeemable quality in him.
She smiles at Robert before looking at their now-sleeping daughter and says, "She needs a name that conveys power, strength, and fearlessness fitting of a queen." Robert smiled and agreed they sat in that bed for hours holding their daughter and thinking of names befitting the Queen she would come to be. Many would try to enter the chambers, but all were turned away while they tried to decide. It took four days to determine a name, but when they did, they knew it was the one. The two would never honestly agree on anything again, but in this, they were united. The couple approaches the balcony of Kings Landing holding their daughter, about to unveil her to her future people; Robert places his hand in midair to silence the crowd before saying. "As you all know, your queen gave birth days ago, and I know you all eagerly await the name of your future ruler, so may I present my heir and your future ruler."
