Chapter 1 - Reincarnated

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Cersei Baratheon held her recently birthed child, Robert II Baratheon in her tired arms close to her breast. She was utterly exhausted, after hours upon hours of labor she had finally given birth to her first child. Her only grievance was that he had black hair and blue eyes instead of her own green eyes and blonde hair. Nevertheless, Cersei fell in love with her beautiful baby the moment she laid eyes on him. Robert had been ecstatic, his bright blue orbs practically shining with joy. He actually looked sober for he first time since they were married.

"We may have never seen eye to eye but for this, for him... I will try. The boy deserves a family and so much more; we will give it to him." Robert whispered to her as he beheld his first born son and heir, frozen in awe.

"Y-you can name him if you'd like." she stuttered out weakly, the fatigue threatening to send her into a deep rest.

"Robert..." the King said slowly, Cersei smiled wryly at the terrible naming sense but alas, she had given her permission. "After you?" she said, raising an eyebrow prompting Robert to answer.

"Yes after me." the King chuckled, his deep voice rumbling throughout the chamber.

"This boy will be the man I never was, the man I've always wanted to be. He will be a better King, a better father, warrior" here Robert turned to the grimacing Cersei and continued "-and most of all, a better Baratheon than I ever was." He kissed the top of the baby's head and returned the boy to his mother.

"That's nice and all, but you both cannot be called Robert now can you?" Cersei said as she held her child close to her breast.

"No we can't, I'll let you handle that one." the King laughed and bid the mother and child good night before making his way out, leaving them to rest.

"Not even a day's old and you're already changing Westeros from the top, My little black Lion...my dear Robin. Even if you're not Jaime's, you're still mine." she said.

The Queen took a deep breath and placed her sleeping baby beside her, trusting her handmaidens to place him in his proper crib by the time she was awake.

News of the Crown Prince's birth had reach every corner and crevice of Westeros, even beyond the wall and some parts of Essos. Everyone of note send their congratulations and gifts. Most were trying to curry favor with the ruler of the land, they were promptly ignored by the King, who only bothered to open a few letters, mostly from friends and family, except one.

The last letter was from The Lord Tywin Lannister of the Westerlands. Robert just knew that vile old man would be up to something. Those 'Yellow Haired Shits' as he called them was always plotting something in their scheming little heads. Robert did not want anything to do with those people, they were poison of the highest degree.

Putting the Old Lion aside, Robert made his way to his chambers and smiled as he was greeted by a laughing Cersei who was tickling the baby, making it squeal in happiness. "Come Robin! You will be king one day, and a great warrior!" the Queen cooed at her child.

"Robin eh? That's a good name, strong one too." Robert said as he walked into the room, surprising Cersei. "I suppose so. He loves that name, giggles everytime I call it. Here, he's never really seen you has he?" Cersei asked as she held the baby at arms length, wanting Robert to take him. Silently, Robert took the Prince from her arms and brought the child close to his face.

"You look just like Renly when he was a babe!" Robert exclaimed as the baby stared into his eyes. The king was awestruck at how... bright his child was. He was so beautiful, his shining blue eyes were an exact mirror image of Robert's own.

"Aye boy, I'm your father!" the king chuckled as he lightly pinched the baby's puffy cheeks. Little Robin laughed at the action and brought his hands to Robert's face and started tugging on his beard, making the king wince lightly.

"He's a Baratheon alright." the king muttered, shooting a half-glare at the smirking Cersei. Looking back at his son, Robert smiled. This was his son. Already Robert's paternal instincts were rising up inside of him like a tidal wave.

'My son.. and wife eh?' he thought to himself as he looked at the still smirking Cersei.

Suddenly, the world wasn't so damned grey anymore. He had an actual son! A boy that would call him father and look up to him for guidance. Someone to leave his legacy to. Even now Robert could feel some of his old hatred fading away as he stared at his beautiful baby boy. The toothless smile was like a balm for his tired soul.

'I love you Lyanna.' he thought sadly in his head, and for the first time in what seemed like eternity, thepicture of the smiling Lyanna Stark in his head slowly reformed into that of beautiful son and wife.

'Yes, I think I have something to live for'.