The Last Dragon

Chapter 1-Birth of the Dragon

Kings landing: the Red Keep

The worst storm in history, is what they were calling it. However Queen Cersei could care less what the common folk called it, for she had more pressing matters to deal with.

"Ahhh goddammit, it hurts so much." Cersei screamed, whilst squeezing her brother's hand.

"Just breathe Cersei, it will be over soon." Jaime Lannister soothed. She eyed him with narrowed green eyes that resembled his own. Jaime squeezes her hand in reassurance. "Push Cersei. Just one more push and it will be over".

Cersei follows his command, as lightning and thunder shake the keep. Jaime looks out the window to see nothing but rain and lighting. Cersei screams again drawing Jaime's attention to his pregnant sister. However just as he makes his way back, the windows shatter apart from the force of the wind. Jamie recovers and checks over his sister as, nurse maids flood the room to try and plug up the window.

"Damn this storm, it's never ending isn't it." Jaime says while wiping the water from his face. Just as he is about to sit down, yells sound from the keep. "Plug up that hole". Lightning strikes again shaking the keep and making Cersei scream out "What in the gods name is going on." A gasp comes from the window and Jaime goes to see what the problem is. When he reaches the window his eyes widen in awe and terror. Kings landing is flooding with rain and seawater and out in the sea he spots three tornados. Lighting streaks across the sky while hurricane winds hit the keep.

"Come on little guy, just come out now." Grits out Cersei. It's as if the heavens are preparing my son to be a warrior like his father, another beautiful son with my beloved Jaime. She feels a nursemaid wipe her brow with a wet towel. Cersei once again pushes, screaming out in agony as lightning strikes again. "Once more your grace, and it will be done." Says the nursemaid. Were she not so tired Cersei would have her killed for telling her what to do. However she follows the command and pushes. As she does the storm seems to worsen and all of the windows shatter and the winds fling back the nursemaids and Jaime. The winds picked up and lighting danced across the sky shaking the keep, as water bashes against the rocks tearing into Kings Landing until, it stops. Replacing the sounds of lighting and thunder is the cries of an infant.

Cersei eyes open weakly as she hears the cries of her baby. She reaches down to grab the bundle but is intercepted by the Grand Maester Pycelle. She eyes the old fart with venom how dare he touch my baby HE IS MINE. Pycelle's eyes widen when he sees the babe and looks shocked and confused. A low growl escapes her throat as Pycelle passes the baby to the midwife. That is my cub not Roberts, and not yours.

"M-many congrats your grace-." Grand Maester Pycelle stutters, as the midwife places the babe in the arms of its mother with a smile. "It's a healthy boy."

Cersei smiles lovingly down at the bundle before pulling the cloth off only to gasp at what she saw. She looks and sees silver hair and bright violet eyes staring curiously at her. Cersei doesn't know how her baby has the features of a Targaryen as all of them are dead. Robert killed Rhaegar in battle, Elia Martells children were killed, and Queen Rhaella's son Viserys was killed at Dragonstone, and Rhaella died giving birth to a stillborn child. However confusion wears off and is replaced by horror. Robert is related to the Targaryen albeit distantly. This is not my child, its Roberts. She was sure she took the moon tea, so how. The baby coos drawing her attention as it giggles at her. Cersei eyes soften as she looks at her babe. So beautiful just like the stories, and yet you were born in that storm. She carefully lifts the infant to her chest to feed him.

"I-I'm sorry Jaime, but I will raise this child, I can't and won't abandon him." Cersei says determined.

Jaime doesn't answer as his eyes are still glued to the infant. The babe looks up at him and raises its hand as if he is greeting an old friend. Jaime eyes water remembering Prince Rhaegar.

"I would not ask you to, but can I ask to train him when he his older." Jaime asks with watered eyes never taking his eyes of the baby. Cersei looks at Jaime and smiles knowing that he will help protect her son.

"Of course, only when he's older." Cersei says while smiling. The scene is ruined when Cersei eyes widen and gasp. "Jaime. Robert hates Targaryen's, all Targaryen's." Jaime realizing what Cersei was saying begins to dread at the prospect of Robert seeing his child. A shout from the door indicates that the King has come.

Robert barges right in the room without a care in the world. Cersei and Jaime note that he is bleeding from his head and is soaked in rain. "That storm sure was something hey Barristan." Shouts Robert while clasping his hand on an older fellas back. "It sure was your Grace that had to be the strongest storm I've ever seen or heard about." Says Ser Barristan. Cersei narrows her eyes in anger whilst clutching her baby tighter to her chest. "That storm even gave me a wound." Bellows Robert while wiping his face before turning to Cersei. "Now where's my baby boy."

Cersei's body jolts in fear, as Robert approaches. Jaime stands but moves closer to Cersei while slightly putting his hand on his sword. Robert stops right in front of Cersei, who looks to Pycelle to do something.

"Perhaps a moment of your time to discuss something of import, your Grace." Says Pycelle while guiding Robert away from Cersei. Robert ignores the Grand Maester still looking at Cersei.

Cersei warily gives the babe to Robert who takes the baby getting a good look at it before his eyes widen. Ser Barristan who has been watching, also widens his eyes while looking at the baby.

"Impossible, there's no way that this is my baby." Robert says while still looking at the babe.

"I assure you that it is husband for you are the only one with Targaryen blood." Says Cersei while watching Roberts's reaction like a predator watching its prey.

Jon Arryn walks into the room before walking up to Robert and freezing when he sees the babe.

"How is this possible Jon?" Says Robert still looking at the squirming babe in his hands.

"Well, it's not unheard of just really rare like one in a million." Says Jon Arryn who is looking at the babe in confusion.

The baby giggles before reaching out with its small hands to grab Roberts's beard, giving it a little tug. Robert eyes the babe before his eyes soften as the baby plays with his beard. He brushes his finger across the babe's cheek to which the babe giggles and try's to do the same but his arms are too short.

"This is good Robert, now the Targaryen sympathizers will be happy and you no longer have to worry about it." Says Jon Arryn while stroking his beard and looking at Robert. Robert nods but doesn't say anything as the baby still tugs on his beard before it's eyes begin to droop. He carefully hands the babe back to Cersei who internally sighs in relief.

"Wait a minute." Shouts Robert turning his eyes on Jon Arryn. "You want me to name him a Targaryen, when he is my son." Screams Robert. "In order to quell the sympathizers, yes." Even Cersei does not like the sound of that as she wished to give him a Lannister name.

"Well that's true but-." Says Robert before he is interrupted by Jon "Who cares what he is called, he will always be your son and we can stop sympathizers from growing." Roberts closes his eyes and thinks while Cersei sees the advantages of naming the babe a Targaryen. Finally Robert gives a heavy sigh.

"Very well I see your point, but that still doesn't mean I have to like it." Says Robert while grumbling. Jon smiles before looking back at the sleeping babe "You still have to give him a first name."

Before Robert can say anything "how about Tommen." Says Cersei who is hoping she can give him a Lannister name.

"No" says Robert "not fitting enough for someone who was born in that storm." For twenty minutes they argued about names for the baby. Varys sneaks into the room and listens to the couple argue while staring at the sleeping babe.

"How about Alyxandar." Says Varys getting the couple to stop and look in his direction. Robert thinks about it, as does Cersei.

"Well woman what do you think, I for one like the name." Says Robert while drinking a mug of wine. Cersei narrows her eyes at Robert for drinking in the room, but can't find anything wrong with the name other than that Robert likes it.

"Very well Alyxandar it is." Says Cersei who cuddles the baby closer to her. "Alyxander Targaryen first of his name, Ha I like it." Bellows Robert before he walks out of the room before shouting for more wine.

"Where did you get the name from Lord Varys?" Asks Cersei who looks at the spider in curiosity.

"Just something i made up your grace." Says Varys before he leaves the room with Jon Arryn and Grand Maester Pycelle.

Cersei looks down at her arms before smiling and rocking the babe in her arms.

"My Alyxandar, My little dragon I will always protect you no matter what."

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