The Tides of Fire and Ice (A Game Of Thrones Story)

Winterfell

~Cersei's POV~

 "What is this, Robert?" I asked sternly 

When she first came to me she was very young, and was brought home by my husband after a hunting trip in the North. I was looking at the young girl Robert brought before me, she had long dark brown hair and brilliant green eyes.

 "We found her out alone in the woods I couldn't leave her there." He spoke 

"Damn child must be mute, she hasn't said a damn word, and will not speak." he added, I knelt down to the small girl.

"Come here child." I said softly motioning her to come towards me.

 Her eyes were filled with caution as she was cautious to approach me, and walked slowly towards me her brilliant green eyes scanning the room. She was dirty, thin, hair a mess, clothes in taters. She reached out and grabbed my hand gently.

 "Do you have a name?" I asked pulling her towards me, she shook her tiny head no.

 "Can you speak child?" Robert asked her for what I could assume to be the hundredth time, the harsh, loud tone in his voice frightening the young girl.

I felt her cling to my arms, her tiny body shaking. 

My brothers entered the room. Loud as ever, but they quickly became silent as they noticed the small girl clinging to my arms.

Jaime knelt next to me "And who are you?" he asked, she shook her head. "A child with no name, hm how interesting. Where are her parents?" Tyrion asked 

 The young girl tapped on my shoulder and motioned for me to lean in "I don't like them." she spoke, whispering in my ear. "I agree, they are quite annoying and obnoxiously loud."  I said as the men were bickering back and forth. I called for a handmaiden.

Once she was clean and properly dressed. I decided that I wanted to keep the young girl and raise her as my own, with my other child Joffrey. I decided to name the 5 year old girl Maliya (Ma-lee-ya).

~~~~ Time Skip~~~~

Maliya was now 10 summers old. She was a shy quiet child and well behaved most of the time. But I loved her like my own, she was sweet, kind hearted and loyal, a beautiful flower that I wanted to protect. 

She was not that close to my other children but Joffrey adores her. Robert also loves her like his own child. Jaime and the IMP also took a liking to my beautiful daughter Maliya. The only one who did not care to much about my beautiful flower is my father, stubborn old man, I wanted her to have the Lannister name but my father and Robert refused. 

She became known as Maliya Rose Baratheon, Princess of Kings Landing, she has also been called other names such as The Rose of Kings Landing, Rose Princess.

My daughter, not of my blood but still mine. Jamie has been teaching her how to fight with a sword, the Imp taught her the ways of the world, Robert taught her how to use a bow and hunt, The Hound taught her to fight with her fists and ride a horse. Vary's taught her politics. And I taught her how to be a Lady. 

While I was angry when I found out these things, these men were teaching my pure innocent little girl to fight, hunt, lie and many other things, Maliya assured me it was all for fun, and that no harm would come of it.

:.:.time skip.:.:

Maliya's POV

I am now 16 summers old.

Now that I am older I see the world for what it is. 

We were on our way to Winterfell to go meet with the Stark family. As the days past I watched the scenery change the temperature went from warm to cold. I was riding on a horse instead of in the carriage with my mother, sister, and youngest brother. I was toward the back of the convoy, seeing as this wasn't my horse and this one was temperamental. I scanned the ever changing landscape and listened to the men talk amongst themselves.