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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Cassana walks down the cold halls of Winterfell, looking for the room her siblings and Mother would be in before the feast at sundown. She knew her Mother would want her to be poked, prodded, and dressed for the dinner even though she was okay with what she had on. She'd help get her brothers and sister ready in hopes of delaying her torture. When she finally found the room, she was met with her three siblings and Mother in the room. Myrcella was reading to Tommen next to their Mother. At the same time, Joffrey stood impatiently next to the window, tapping his foot in what looked like a wait. Everyone turns at the sound of the door and only gets a reaction from two of her family. Her Mother smiled at her while Joffrey sighed.
"Finally, I've been waiting for you for at least an hour. Mother won't let me see the Starks train unless you accompany me." Cassana smiles teasingly at her brother. "Nice to know you missed me, little brother." Joffrey rolls his eyes while Cassana walks to greet her Mother, Myrcella, and Tommen. "How was your Father?" Cassana sends her Mother an apologetic look before picking up her brother so she can sit next to her Mother while holding her brother in her lap. "It was fine, Mother. I'm sorry." Cersei smiles at her and caresses her cheek. "It's not your fault, little dove." Cassana smiles at her Mother before turning to her younger brother and sister. "And what are you two reading?" Tommen looks up at his big sister and smiles. "Cella is reading one of your history books to me." Cassana smiles at him and turns to her sister. "Which one did you pick?" Mrycella smiles and shows her the cover that reads "Westeros: The First Fifty Years." Cassana smiles at her sister's choice. "Ah, one of my personal favorites. And where, pray tell, did you find it?" Myrcella winces at her sister's question and looks up at her sheepishly.
"In your things." Cassana laughs at her sister's face and ruffles her hair. "It's fine, cella. Just make sure you put it back when you're done." Cassana squeezes Tommen before standing, putting him back where he was, and kissing both his and Myrcella's foreheads before turning to Joffrey. "Well, I made you wait long enough. Come on." Joffrey sighs in relief and makes gestures with his hands in exacerbation. "Finally." He walks towards the door without looking back, making Cassana roll her eyes and their little siblings giggle while Cersei smiles at her four children and their antics. Cassana turns and follows him out the door and into the hall, jogging to catch up with him.
"What's the rush?" Joffrey turns to his sister with a dumbfounded look. "We have been traveling for months. I am bored and hear Northmen fight differently than the South." Cassana laughs at her brother's supposed misery. "Hmm, perhaps I should learn some moves from these Northmen then." Joffrey scoffs at her before grabbing her hand and walking faster till they reach the training yard in Winterfell. Cassana runs her eyes through the courtyard and takes in the men training, smithing, and barking orders around her before they finally settle in the middle of the yard and spy on the Stark brothers. She walks towards them with Joffrey behind her.
"What do we have here?" The boys immediately straighten their backs and turn to her, making her laugh. "At ease, boys." She notices the youngest boys, Bran and Rickon, laughing, and when she sees why, it makes her smile. Robb and Jon had been so surprised by her appearance that they were caught in an awkward position and fell onto each other, leaving them a mess of limbs on the ground. "Hello, you two. Something interesting down there?" Both jump up from their former position and dust themselves off before bowing their heads. "Your Graces," Cassana smirks at the two before looking at the younger boys. "And what are you two young lords doing?"
