Ours The Fury ~ Game of thrones

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         "PUSH!" The Maester orders Cersei as she screams, she is in labor with her first children. She is having twins, she has been hoping that she has Jamie's children not Roberts. Then, she hears crying of two babies. "You have a beautiful baby boy and baby girl. Both are dark brown haired and icy blue eyed babies." She opens her eyes and she looks at them. The boy would become king and he's a Baratheon... "Maester... Kill him... Kill the boy... I'll pay you greatly." Of course the Maester agreed, he is scared of the Lannisters.

          Cersei pretends to cry into Robert's arms as they take the dead boy away, the Maester enters the room holding their daughter. "Let me hold my daughter." Cersei says wiping her fake tears away, as the Maester hands the girl to them. "She is beautiful..." Robert said as he looked at his daughter, she opened her eyes slowly, she had the Baratheon icy blue eyes. "My King, my queen... What's the princess's name?" The Maester asks and Robert and Cersei look at each other... "Cassia... Cassia Baratheon." Robert answers, both Cersei and him chose the name a few months ago. Cersei tries to forget her son that she killed, but she couldn't. It would haunt her for eternity.

        After, switching the baby boy with another, Varys takes the boy away. He wasn't going to allow the prince to die because of Cersei. "Where do I take him?" A stranger asks Varys, as he gives him the boy. "Raise him, tell him who he is. Maybe in a small village." Varys says and the stranger nods. "What's his name?" He asks him; Varys stares at the boy. "Asher, Asher Baratheon."

CASSIA'S POV

-THIRTEEN YEARS LATER-

          "Father! You don't understand! They are liars! Don't send me away!" I plead with my father who is the king. "Cassia, you attacked a knight of the Kingsguard, anyone else would have the death penalty. One day you will come back. I promise." He says before kissing my head, I was helped on to my horse. I can't believe I'm being exiled to the North! I hate the North!

           "Wait." Father calls before we ride out, gives me something that is wrapped in leather. I open it and gasp. It's a sword... "Is this..." "Valerian Steele." He answers before I could ask, I notice the dragon handle. "This was Rhaegar Targaryen's sword. Funny thing is I couldn't destroy it or use it. I was trying to find someone to give it to, but then I thought who better than Cassia Baratheon; my daughter." He explains, I pull it out of its sheath, it was a fine sword.

         My uncle Stannis taught me how to use a sword. Plus, I'm pretty good at it. "Thank you, father." I say smiling as I put it back in its sheath. "The best swords have names." He reminds me and I think, it's a Targaryen sword. It should have a Targaryen name. "Blackfyre is the name." I answer, he smiles at me as he gives me a belt, that I can strap Blackfyre onto and other daggers. "I love you." He says sadly, I smile. "I love you to." The red keep's gates opened and I looked at father who was in deep thought. "Ours is the fury."

-TIME SKIP-

         I arrive at Winterfell, being a thirteen year old, exiled from the south. The north wasn't for me. But, it's better than being with Cersei; my mother. But when I caught her laying with my uncle, Jamie... Ugh, I attacked him and then he threatened to kill me. Then, they lied and convinced my father to exile me. I've learned a few things my last days in Kingslanding: First, I'm the only trueborn child of King Robert Baratheon; my father and that my siblings are the bastard children of Cersei and her twin Jamie. Second, I learned how to play the game of thrones.

        The guardsmen draw back the gates as we ride in, my father had sent my uncle, Renly and his men to escort me to Winterfell. I guess it's better than my uncle Jamie... The first person I saw as I rode in was Eddard Stark, father calls him Ned and Catlin Stark, his wife. I was offered help off my horse but I refuse, I jump off of my horse and I face Lord and Lady Stark. I notice Lady Stark is pregnant.