The Wolf and The Stag (A Game of Thrones/ Jon Snow fanfiction)

Prologue

The wind blew harshly in the hot, humid air of Kings Landing as King Robert Baratheon and his 2 guards road their horses through the streets, making citizens jump out of the way to avoid being trampled. Despite the shocked cries of many people, Robert didn't seem to hear them nor did he seem to care as he nearly trampled a middle aged woman. Truth was, his mind was focused on getting back to his wife, Cersei.

Upon arriving at the steps of the castle, Robert swung himself gracefully off his white horse and ran up the steps, taking them two at a time. He stopped only for a moment at the top of the huge staircase, running a hand through his black hair.

"Your Grace, your grace!" A woman's voice called. Robert looked up to see one of the royal mid wives running up towards him.

"What is it? Did I miss it? Am I too late?" Robert asked frantically, after jogging up to meet her in the middle of the throne room.

"No but you're just in time. The child will be here soon." The midwife informed him. "Come with me. I'll take you to the queen."

Without hesitation, Robert followed the midwife up the stairs, past the Iron throne and up into the tallest tower on the castle. Halfway up the stairs, he began to hear blood curdling screams coming from above. Screams of tremendous pain.

Robert nearly broke the door to the delivery room down when he swung it open. There his wife Cersei lay, in clear pain. Sweat covered her forehead and her chest was rising and falling quickly. Robert rushed to her side and took her delicate hand.

"Robert....Thank the seven-" Cersei began before letting out a loud cry of pain. The midwife on her other side rushed quickly to hold her down to refrain from her getting up.

"Your grace, you must push-" one of the midwives began.

"I AM PUSHING," Cersei shouted at her. Robert gently shushed her, trying to calm her down.

Stay calm, my dear. Think of our child." Robert said gently. Suddenly, Cersei's grip on his hand tightened as she let our another loud cry of pain.

"Push, your grace push!" The midwives instructed. Cersei gave another cry of pain, her grip tightend so hard, Robert couldn't feel his hand. Cersei gave on last cry of pain, then silence. For a split second, Robert feared the worst. He and his wife shared a look of fear.

"And?" Robert inquired, the young Kings voice quivering slightly. The midwife looked up at Robert. She looked ready to say something, to break some terrible news, until all the silence was broken by a cry. A child's cry. The midwife looked shocked and nearly jumped. She looked down in her arms to see the child she had thought to be still born, was crying and squirming. She let out a relieved smile and say the king and queen do the same.

"It's a girl, Your Graces'. A beautiful little girl." The midwife informed. The exhausted and disheveled Cersei let out a slight laugh and a smile spread across her face.

"May I hold her?" She asked. The midwives eyes shot up, as if just realizing she hadn't even asked if the queen or king wanted to hold her. She nodded quickly and wrapped a white blanket around the small girl. She gently placed her into Cersei's arms. Cersei smiled and ran a hand over her daughter, as if to check that she was okay. Robert could see the child had inherited the Baratheon black hair but appeared to have the Lannister nose and mouth. The baby then opened its small eyes to reveal crystal blue irises. Robert remembered those eyes to be the same color as his own mother, Cassana. Cersei looked at her husband and seemed to know what he wanted. She gently, although hesitantly, placed her daughter into Roberts strong arms.

"What do we call her, Cersei?" Robert asked, not taking his eyes off the daughter in his arms.

"Diana." She stated. "Diana Cassana Baretheon"