2 Chapter 2

POV change- 3rd Person:

In an extravagantly decorated room with fine silks and furs, with gold linings and expensive furniture gilded in gold there were screams that rang throughout. The room was filled with women covered in sweat running here and there with water and clothes trying to keep the room clean and the woman laying upon the king-sized bed as comfortable as possible. The woman laying upon the bed screamed in pain as profanities escaped her pink lips and strands of her messy hair clung to her skin as the sweat from her efforts acted as glue. She had long silky golden hair that reached her lower back and beautiful emerald, green eyes, and fair skin. She had a slender, graceful figure and despite her current state nothing could diminish her beauty.

Cersei's hands trembled had hatred and grief at what had just happened. Her mind buzzed with different thoughts of hatred, sadness, and disappointment as she had seen what the midwives had helped her deliver. An old lady with a leather face asked, "How are you feeling M'lady?"

Before answering Cersei cast a weary glance at the bundle held by the midwives and as she was about to call for her brother her beloved husband barged in throwing the doors open wide as he and men in armour walked in.

"Where is it, where is my first born?" the man shouted looking left and right before his eyes settled on the bundle being held by one of the midwives.

"Look at that large bundle, surely built like his father. No doubt." As the man took long strides towards his new-born child there were cries of explanations and dissuasions from those already in the room. But their cries fell on deaf ears. The man took the bundle from the woman and unfurled the bundle but he after he took a good look at his child he froze, rooted to the spot. The man's fatherly excitement died, and all laughter died in the throats of those present.

"What the fuck is this!?"

And before the man could do anything else there was a mad dash as men took the child from the man and tried to restrain him as he started lunging for the child. Like the man's action broke a dam there was shouting and screaming as he tried to make his way to his child with bloodshot eyes. It took a few minutes for the action to die down and when it did all could be heard was the man's booming voice.

"Silver-gold hair?" he growled out before shouting. "Silver fucking hair!? And those eyes?"

The man shouted before round on Cersei, "Did you fuck one of those filthy Targaryen's?"

Before Cersei could explain an old man with a white beard walked through the doors, "Peace my King, please I can explain."

The wizened man took a deep breath before diving into his explanation, "Your grandmother was a Targaryen, and this is simply your child inheriting some of her blood, the boy is still your child. He still has Baratheon blood in him, just look at his right eye and his size your grace."

After hearing the words of the old Maester the King calmed down greatly before casting one more hateful glance at his first-born son and storming off.

The queen asked for her first-born child and as she looked into his beautiful heteromorphic eyes, she commanded they all leave the chambers to be alone with her new-born.

POV change- Alexander Baratheon:

I had been awake and aware of my surroundings when the whole event took place, and I knew where and to whom I was born to. Knowing that Cersei was holding me as she was, I knew I was born to the royal family and judging by the king, my father's reaction I knew I was born with Targaryen features which means I was a true born child of Robert Baratheon and that meant I was heir to the Iron Throne. Not a bad start though I knew I would have to be prepared to be shunned by everyone.

"You must be hungry my child, my Alexander Baratheon." Cersei began to breastfeed me despite the reluctance I saw in her eyes as when she looked me.

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It had been weeks since my rebirth and ever since my birth things have been chaotic, when word of my birth first got around there was a celebration but when my physical features were made known many wanted to know who I was and who my father was.

POV change- 3rd Person:

The year dragged on, and Alexander became famous and praised for his discipline as he would only cry when he was hungry or had soiled himself and required cleaning other than that he was known as a quiet and observant child as he had never thrown a tantrum. It was only the next year later that his brother Joffrey was born that he lost everything, his titles and birth right and even the love of his mother. As the two grew older they would fight continuously, Alexander made his strength known from young. He and Joffrey would fight and argue and when they were old enough it developed to the point where it became physical, and Alex would always come out victorious. However, either due to discipline or hatred his father and mother would have him flogged afterwards. And when he was seven, they sent him away. At the age of seven name days, he was forced from his home and sent to Casterly Rock. To page for the great Tywin Lannister, the 'Old Lion'.