Nalia Baratheon is the only true born of Cersei Lannister and Robert Baratheon, but her bastard brother is the one to ascend the throne.
Nalia has never wanted to claim her birth right, not until she met Margaery Tyrell.
NALIA BARATHEON X MARGAERY...
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Nalia had just heard about the tragic accident that had fall upon, Brandon Stark. Literally.
In the early mornings before Nalia would even think to awake, Brandon had been climbing old parts of Winterfell and had fell.
She had heard that the young Stark boy was an excellent climber, which obviously wasn't the case.
She had just hoped that the boy would pull through this and his parents would get some answers.
Nalia couldn't imagine what Lord and Lady Stark were going through right now. She couldn't imagine the thing you love the most in this world dying and you having no control over it.
Nalia was on her way to offer her condolences to Lady Catelyn and Lord Eddard. When she was stopped by Cersei's voicing speaking from inside the room.
"Handsome one, isn't he? I lost my first boy, a little black-haired beauty. He was a fighter too...tried to beat the fever that took him. He failed, but his twin, Nalia fought through the whole thing. She doesn't even know...forgive me. It's the last thing you need to hear right now." Cersei said not as a Queen, but as a mother who has lost a child.
Nalia eyes widen in pure shock. 17 years later and just now she finds out she is a twin or was supposed to be. In that moment all she could think about is, why she had survived? And why her parents had kept this from her? Did father even know about this? Is this why her mother had hated her?
The daughter lives and the son does not. Perhaps she wished for a son and was disappointed with the results.
She was pulled out from her thoughts when she hears footsteps approaching. Nalia quickly hides around the corner and waits until Cersei passes without noticing. Which she does with tear filled eyes.
Nalia too shocked and with her mind running high she decides its best that she doesn't enter the room and gives Lady Stark some alone time with her son. She is probably sick of people bardging in and telling her how sorry they were.
Instead Nalia goes down to have some breakfast, hoping that it would clear her mind and help with the headache.
Breakfast was boring. All her family members except Robert and Joffrey was there. The king and Prince had went out on a hunting trip with the Warden of the North, his eldest son and some men.
Cersei was silent. For once not voicing her opinion about something she hated. Tyrion talked about pissing off the wall in the far North and how the whores would go begging if he took the black and became celibate. Tommen and Myrcella laughed at his joking manner whilst Jaime took glances at his twin sister.
Nalia sat there, staring down at the crispy bacon with no appetite. All that she had consumed was a mug of dark beer.
She can't stop asking herself why she had lived. Perhaps she was more of a fighter, perhaps the little babe knew of the cruel world and wished to not enter it. Perhaps he was the lucky one.
