Chapter 45 - GoT Fan-fiction 2 - United in Fury (1/2)
Plot: Stannis Baratheon arrived on Dragonstone before Rhaella Targaryen's death, and her dying wish was for him to look after baby Daenerys. As a hostage of King Robert, her chance meeting with Durran, King Robert's black haired son will change the destiny of Westeros entirely.
Pairing: OCxDany
NOTE: OC not SI one, mainly focusing on Westeros (threats being the Night King and House Blackfyre)
284 AC
Dragonstone looked quiet. Too quiet, thought Stannis Baratheon. He had been charged by his brother to take the last Targaryen stronghold in Westeros, and was bearing down on the island with the newly rebuilt Royal Fleet. His ship Fury was leading the small armada, but while Stannis was expecting a fight, he sailed closer to the island to see the waters had been filled with wrecked ships.
Ordering the Captain to sail into the harbour, he noticed white flags being raised where Targaryen ones once flew. Mentally smiling, he had Fury pull into the harbour and disembarked from the ship to speak to the harbour master.
”You are surrendering?” Stannis asked.
”Yes My Lord.” The man said. ”The storm wiped out the fleet, and we see no reason to stay loyal to a boy of 8.”
”Very well. Has the castle yielded too?” Stannis asked.
”Yes My Lord.”
”I shall go up there and accept their surrender.” Stannis said, and with a host of guards holding aloft Robert's brand new sigil, he made his way up to the castle. The tall gates had been opened by the surrendering loyalists, and Stannis looked up at the castle, noticing the stone Targaryen sigil on one of the walls, before making his way up the long, winding stairway that led the way to the castle of Dragonstone.
Expecting the castellan of the castle, or Queen Rhaella herself, to come and surrender personally, he was surprised when he was shepherded up to what looked like the living quarters, and shown in a doorway that housed Rhaella's rooms. Stannis quickly lost the look of surprise, and walked to the bed.
”Queen Rhaella, I have taken the castle.” He said officially.
”You have.” She said, tired. ”A good thing I will not be able to see what you do to her.” Stannis was confused, until he truly saw the state she was in. She was dying, blood stained the sheets of her bed and Rhaella was weak. Not knowing what to say, he kept quiet. Rhaella chuckled at his expressions. ”I don't fear death, I fear for the safety of my children.”
”Viserys shall not be harmed, you have my word.” Stannis said.
”The word of a Baratheon.” Rhaella scoffed weakly. ”Your brother gave his word to keep the peace once, look what happened.”
Stannis looked directly into her eyes. ”I am not my brother.”
Rhaella nodded. ”A good thing too, that monster murdered my grandchildren. The realm shall suffer.”
”The realm has suffered already.” Stannis said impatiently. ”Where is Viserys?”
”Gone.” Rhaella grinned. ”I know not where; I wouldn't let them tell me but he's safe.” Stannis ġrȯȧnėd internally, Robert was not going to like that. Luckily for Stannis he heard crying from the next room. Sending two men to investigate he was relieved to see a wetnurse carrying a High Valyrian baby into the room.
”Boy or girl?” Stannis asked.
”Girl” Was the reply.
”If you hurt her.” Rhaella growled, before coughing softly.
”I do not harm children. She is safe with me.”
Rhaella looked him square in the eye. ”I know I am not… not long for this world. We were kin once, my aunt was your grandmother. Promise me you won't let your brother harm Daenerys. To do so is kinslaying.”
Stannis was torn, he couldn't tell Robert what to do, could he? Then again he remembered Ned Stark coming to lift the siege on Storm's End, and telling him all about the fury he had felt towards Robert. If Stannis took the girl as a hostage, together both he and Ned would be able to talk sense into Robert. ”I promise you, the girl shall be taken as a hostage, nothing more.” He said truthfully. Rhaella wasn't overjoyed at the news, but she did seem like a weight had been taken off of her shoulders.
”May I hold her?” She whispered painfully. ”One last time?” Stannis considered for a moment, before nodding once and watching as the baby was placed in Rhaella's arms. He watched on as she said her final goodbyes, before placing the baby back into the wetnurses arms. ”Take her now, I don't want her in the room when I go.”
Stannis agreed. ”Take her to the Fury, set her up in my cabin and make sure the wetnurse has everything she needs.” He ordered, and the men dragged the wetnurse out of the room.
”Thank you.” Rhaella wheezed, before her eyes closed, and they did not open again.
Stannis arrived at King's Landing and immediately went to the Small Council chamber. He was met by Robert, Ned Stark and Jon Arryn. Carefully he placed the baby in the middle of the table, and all three of the others had to stop Robert from smashing the baby's skull.
”Robert no!” Ned shouted. ”You let Lannister get away with murdering children, now is the chance to redeem yourself.”
”It's dragonspawn Ned I told you that!” Robert raged. ”I want it dead!”
”Think, Robert.” Jon pleaded. ”See reason, Viserys has fled, he will want revenge for his family.”
”Then I will crush him.” Robert snarled.
”You won't need to if you ensure he doesn't come at all.” Jon said. ”We have a hostage now, he won't risk harming her.”
”Let me take her North, she can foster with me at Winterfell with Jon and my trueborn son.” Ned suggested.
”No, if she lives she stays here, in the Red Keep.” Robert growled. ”I'm having those damn skulls moved to the dungeons so she can rot down there with them. Stannis see to it that she gets a cell down there. I will have no part; I will never look upon this dragonspawn again. She can stay there till she dies.” With that he stormed off, no doubt to fuċk some whore to relieve his anger.
Ned was relieved too, ignoring the dragonspawn comment as he had bȧrėly repaired his relationship with Robert after seeing the bodies of the Targaryen babes. ”He may be saved yet, but the girl will still need looking after.”
”I will see to it personally.” Stannis said. ”I promised her mother I would look after her.” He didn't notice the pained look on Ned's face at the word promise.
”Very well.” Jon finalised. ”Come Ned, we must talk before you set off for Winterfell, and I wish to see this boy you named after me.” He placed his arm around Ned's shoulders and walked out the room, leaving Stannis and the baby Targaryen. He noticed her eyes were open and staring up at him. Sighing, he picked her up and went to go and find her wet nurse before starting on Robert's orders.
286 AC
Cersei screamed loudly, visibly worrying Jaime beside her. The pain was unbearable, and all she wanted was for it to stop.
”I can see the head Your Grace, one final push now.” The Maester said, and Cersei screamed as loudly as she could to try and distract herself. Finally, she heard crying, and tears sprung from her eyes.
”Jaime, listen.” She said ecstatically. Jaime rubbed her hand soothingly, before she brought it away to hold her beautiful golden haired boy. She ran her fingers over his cheeks, falling instantly in love with her boy. ”Look Jaime.”
”He's wonderful.” He smiled down at her.
”I need to ask you to put him down, Your Grace.” The Maester said, still peering in between her legs.
”What? Why?” She asked.
”It seems that you have a second baby on the way.”
She didn't know what to think. Somehow, that drunken lecher had managed to get her pregnant that night on Estermont. She was sure she had been so careful, only letting Jaime spill himself inside her, but he must have fuċkėd some whore and had the remnants of that on his filthy ċȯċk. She felt sick, Jaime told her not to worry, that at least the King would be happy with a black-haired son too, but Cersei just felt ill.
The twins were sleeping in the same cot next to Cersei's bed, the same place they had been for days. She had only brėȧstfed Joffrey, leaving the other one to the wet nurses and claiming she wasn't sure what to do for two. Cersei hadn't even named the baby; she couldn't bring herself to do so.
Suddenly the door flew open, and in came Robert with a huge deer pelt.
”My Queen, I've brought you a gift.” He grunted. ”How is the child?”
”How are the children.” She corrected. ”Over there.”
Robert looked confused, so walked over to the cot and was delighted to see the babies. He immediately went to hold the black haired one. ”Look at you, Baratheon through and through. A fine heir.” He surmised, and Cersei scoffed internally. She watched as the baby gripped onto his finger, and Robert laughed. ”A fine grip too! Here, take him.” He said as he gave Cersei the baby. She didn't really know what to do with herself, but the baby settled in her arms and started to fall asleep, comforted in the arms of his mother. Cersei's heart melted then, and looked upon the baby with love for the first time.
”I haven't named him yet; though his twin is named Joffrey.” Cersei explained. ”Joffrey was born first and I gave him a name that suited him.”
Robert looked unhappy at the thought, but picked up Joffrey. ”So you're my heir then, hello Prince Joffrey.” The baby started to cry, and Cersei almost couldn't stop herself laughing as the buffoon placed Joffrey back down, looking nervously at him. He turned to Cersei, and let the black-haired baby grip his finger again as he was falling back to sleep.
”I'll let you name him, he looks like you in any case.” She said.