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Chapter 1
286 AC
Kings Landing
Robert Baratheon
Robert returned from his hunt to the sight of his wife holding a baby wrapped in a blanket in her arms, Cersei laying on the bed, servants tending to her every need and Jaime Lannister standing in front of the bedroom door. He now had a son, an heir, a trueborn child, one to continue his line. He looked at his wife and the child, there were a few times he saw Cersei truly happy since the day of their marriage and this was probably the happiest one of them.
"My son," he said and Cersei looked at him.
"My son and your heir," Cersei said and he motioned for her to give him the babe, she did it slowly. Robert pulled the blanket slightly away and looked at his son, the boy had blond hair and once he opened his eyes Robert saw the green eyes of a Lannister. The boy took after his mother that was obvious, Robert was glad to have a son but was disappointed that he did not take after him. The thought of this child brought the memory of another.
There was already a child that took after him, a child that was his firstborn, one with coal-black hair and blue eyes just like his, a daughter he left in the Vale after the rebellion had ended. Mya was three years old when he first went to war against the dragons, he went with Jon to the Vale several times to see his daughter but the last time had been more than a year had passed. The birth of his son brought his mind back to the idea he had for a long while. He loved that girl as much as he did Jon and Ned, she was his daughter.
Robert remembered Mya laughing as he tossed her in the air and caught her again and again, he would go to her, tell her stories he remembered his mother telling him, tucked her in into her bad even. Those moments in the Vale brought him happiness and comfort and he missed them, he missed his little girl. Perhaps the time has come for him to bring Mya to the capital, if not now then soon.
Cersei asked to have the child back and he gave it to her, she immediately embracing the child tightly.
Robert stayed for a few more moments before being told by one of the midwives that the queen has to rest and then leaving the room heading for his chambers. On his way there he was met by his foster father and hand Jon Arryn.
"Congratulations are in order your grace, the queen has given birth to a healthy boy," Jon said.
"Jon enough with your grace nonsense if anyone can call me by name, it's you," Robert said.
"As you wish Robert," Jon said.
"I thank you, Jon, I'm happy to have a son," Robert said looking at the man who was like a father to him. He didn't know how long he stared but Jon's words brought him out of this thoughts.
"There is something on your mind isn't it?" Jon asked.
"Aye, there is," Robert said.
"May I ask what is it?"
"It's nothing for you to worry about, just a thought," Robert said. Maybe it was more than a thought, it was something he wished more and more.
"In that case, I will not pry any further. A celebration should be thrown in the honor of your son's birth, lords and ladies of the land should be called," Jon said and Robert already knew that there was another thing he wanted to go with these festivities.
"We also need a tourney Jon, a big one," Robert said with a smile.
"We had one last month, you know that throwing tourneys is expensive, it will cost a lot of coin."
"If we can't have a tourney to celebrate my son's birth than what's the point of having feats and other things," Robert said and looked at Jon. For a few moments, the two looked at each other until Jon finally relented.
"As you wish your grace," Jon said and Robert smiled.
"Thank you, Jon."
There was a large feast that night, a celebration worthy of an heir but as much time Robert spent drinking he could not help but think about the child he left behind. Joffrey is her brother, she is his daughter her place is here with him. Seven days passed and he gave the thing more though and finally reached a decision.
Robert walked into the hands solar where Jon was sitting at his desk writing letters.
"Your grace," Jon said and Robert gave him a glare. "Sorry, Robert. What can I do for you?"
"It's Mya Jon, I think it's time for me to have her brought here, it's time for her to be with family again."
Jon looked at Robert for a moment before he spoke. "Robert, I know you love her, she is your child after all but it's not that simple. Bringing her here might cause issues. She is not highborn and she is not the queen's child."
"But she is mine, her place is here with me."
"Robert I know how you feel but..." Jon started but Robert did not let him finish.
"I started a war to rescue the woman I loved and I lost her to that damn dragonspawn," Robert said and felt his anger rise. Robert sighed and taking a moment to calm down. "There were only a few things I truly wanted in my life, Lyanna was one of them but the gods chose to take her from me. I might not be able to have the woman I love here with me but I can have my daughter."
Jon looked at Robert with sympathy in his eyes "I know Robert but she is a bastard, she will face scorn here more than if she stays in the Vale, people will look down upon her."
"Then I will legitimize her and if anyone tries to insult her afterward then they will face my hammer," Robert said and Jon looked at him surprised.
"Robert,"
"I'm a king am I not, its time for me to start using that power for something. I will have Mya brought here where she will be raised by my side and she will be given my name."
"You will make her a princess?"
"Aye I will, she will live here with me where she deserves."
"There is no talking you out of this is there, you been thinking about this for a while haven't you?"
"I have been and my mind has been set, there is no changing it Jon," Robert said determent.
"The Lannisters are not going to be happy with this," Jon said.
"Fuck the Lannisters, I have a son with both my and their blood now so they should keep quiet. I will have this."
Jon sighed "As you wish your grace, I will send word to the Eyrie, Nestor will make sure she is prepared and on her way here."
Robert gave Jon a large smile and embraced him. "Thank you, Jon."
"Maybe with her around you might take your duties as king more seriously. I remember that you were a good father to her, responsible."
Robert laughed "If that happens that will be a day to remember, But I will be her father as I always have been."
"There is a small council meeting happening soon care to join us?" Jon asked.
"No, I got another thing to deal with," Robert said.
"Is that thing in your bed naked waiting for you?" Jon asked in a disapproving tone but Robert knew that his foster father already knew the answer.
"And what if it is?" Robert asked and Jon shook his head.
"You just had a son and yet already go to another woman. You need to stop Robert, you are a king now."
"Because I'm king is the reason I can do this as much as I like. We had this talk before Jon so please leave me be, just get Mya here," Robert said walking away.
"I will and I hope she managed to reel you in somewhat if I could not," Jon said as he took his leave.
Jon did as he asked and sent word to the Vale to have his daughter brought to the capital, Jon said with all the preparations and the journey it will take them about a moon to reach them. Robert knew that the journey could take much less but Jon said that Nestor has told him that girl would leave in a moon once she is ready and Robert agreed. Several more weeks passed and Robert had been overjoyed during that time but now as he walked to the small dining area where his wife was breaking her feast that feeling was diminishing.
He entered the room, seeing Cersei sitting at the table with Joffrey in her arms, seeing how happy she looked he started thinking that maybe this won't go as bad as he first thought. She lifted her head from the baby as he took a seat opposite of her.
"Husband," she said in a happy tone.
"Wife," he said and smiled as he looked at the baby boy.
"He is perfect, isn't he?" Cersei said as she continued to look at the baby.
"He is," Robert said. "Are you feeling well?"
"Yes, I'm, its kind of you to ask. I'm still feeling a bit tired at times but maester Pycelle says it should pass soon." A servant brought him his meal and Robert started eating, after a brief moment he looked at the baby once again and smiled.
"You are going to have a sister soon, my son," he said, Cersei looked at him and laughed.
"It will take some time before I can give him a sister your grace."
"I know but that is not what I meant," Robert said and Cersei looked at him, raising an eyebrow.
"What do you mean then?"
"I have ordered Jon to bring my daughter from the Vale here," he said and for a moment Cersei looked confused before she finally realized what he was saying.
"The bastard, you are bringing her here," she said with disbelief.
"I'm."
"You can't do that, you cant bring a bastard to court," she said.
"Why not? She is my daughter."
"She is a bastard, not a trueborn, what will people think?"
"I don't give a damn what they will think," Robert said a bit louder.
"Having a bastard running around the Red Keep will make us a laughingstock," she protested.
"No one will laugh because she will not be a bastard for long," Cersei looked at him with an angry expression.
"You intend to legitimize her, don't you know about the Blackfyre rebellions?"
"Gods woman, I'm just bringing her here, she will not try to take the throne from her own brother."
"She is a bastard, bastards always want what they can not have! I will not have here near my Joffrey!"
"The decision has already been made and the letter has been sent, she will be here in several weeks time."
"You can't do that! I will not allow you to moke me and Joffrey in such a way, my father will hear of this."
"He will and he won't do anything about it, what has been done is done and I will have my daughter here with me," Robert said determent.
"You can't!" Cersei shouted and continued screaming at him, during that time the baby started crying as well. After some more arguing, he had enough and proceeded to walk towards the door. "A city is not a healthy place for growing a girl."
Robert turned, anger in his eyes. "What did you say?"
"You heard me, a city is not a safe place for a little girl," Before he knew it Robert was standing In front of her, towering over his wife, staring her directly in the eyes.
"Say that again," Robert growled.
"I don't need to repeat myself. Now I will be taking my leave, husband," as she was about to take Joffrey and leave Robert stopped her by grabbing her by the arm. She was now looking him directly in the eyes.
"If anyone hurts my child, anyone, there is no place, no city, no castle where they could hide from me, no one, no matter how powerful or wealthy they think they are will stand in my way if my child is hurt. Even if they have all the armies in Westeros I will kill them, all those they care about and once I'm done with them I will tear their castle to do ground. No trace of them ever existing will remain," Robert said in a raised voice but it was not as loud as moments before, even he was a bit surprised by that. Cersei was now looking at him with a look he knew well, one of pure fear. He had seen it many times in his life, mostly on the battlefield, that was the look she now had on her face.
The Vale
The Eyrie
Mya Stone
The six-year-old Mya was playing with other children of the castle servants, running around the yard. Daven, the cook's son, Mysha the daughter of one of the maids and Marya the blacksmith's daughter. They were laughing and running around when she heard a voice calling her name.
"Mya," she heard the voice say and she turned to see one of lord Nestors guards standing behind her.
"Yes, what I may do for you?" Mya asked politely. Lord Nestor has been the acting lord of the Eyrie for as long as he could remember, she knew that lord Arryn was the true lord but without him here its was lord Nestor Royce who everyone answered to.
"Come with me girl, lord Nestor wishes to see you," the guard said. She looked back at her friends who had worried expressions on their faces. She returned her gaze to the guard.
"As you wish." She followed the guard through the keep, all the way to the family wing and into lord Nestors solar. The lord was sitting behind a large wooden desk and a septa was in there as well. In front of the desk, her mother was standing looking at lord Nestor.
"Mother?" Mya said looking at her mother confused.
"Sit child," the lord said and she did so.
"Did I do something wrong?" she asked a bit worried, looking at both the lord and her mother.
"No child you did not," lord Nestor said shaking his head. She looked at the lord inquisitively. If she did do anything wrong then why did he call her here? "A message arrived this morning, a message from your father," as soon as she heard the lord say your father she felt her excitement rise, she had not seen her father in more than a year.
"Is he coming here, is he coming to visit?" she asked giddily at the very thought.
"No," her mother said and she felt her excitement waiver. "Your father has ordered that you come to him."
Her head jumped up to look at the lord. "What?"
"King Robert has asked that you come to Kings Landing, he wishes you to live there with him from now on," lord Nestor said.
"King Robert?" she asked surprised.
"Yes, your father. He has ordered that you are to be brought to him, he wishes you to live with him now," Mya was taken back by the lord's words, she did not know what to think. She knew that her father's name was Robert and that he was friends with lord Arryn but that he was the king, she didn't know that, her mother had never told her that. Even with the surprise of the revelation, she felt joy feel her more. She would see her father once more, she will live with him. But then a realization hit her if she was leaving the Eyrie that means she would be leaving all of her friends behind too. Lord Nestor noticed this.
"What it is child?" lord Nestor asked softly.
"If I'm leaving now that means that I would have to leave my friends here, that I won't be able to say farewell to them," she said in a sad tone to which lord Nestor chuckled.
"You aren't leaving now child, it would be weeks before you set off, we need to prepare you first. You will have time to say your goodbyes to all your friends and your mother."
"You are not coming with?" Mya asked her mother in a disappointed tone.
Her mother gave her a soft smile. "No, your father had only called you, I'm to stay here."
"But why?" she asked as tears slowly started forming in her eyes.
"That is your father's command but don't worry you will come back to visit with him I have no doubt about that," her mother said in a reassuring tone.
"But I want us all to be together," Mya said. Her mother kissed her head.
"I know child but you will be happy with your father, even happier than you are here." Mya wanted to say something else but Lord Nestor brought their attention to him.
"I know this isn't easy for you child but that's how it is. We also need to get you ready. Septa Olivia will see to you," Mya looked at the septa. She was old, with strands of gray hair were visible beneath her hood. She was dressed in a simple white dress with woven seven color belts. She gave Mya a gentle smile.
"Don't worry girl, I'm here for you," the septa said.
"We leave in a moons time. I and the septa will accompany you to the capital," Lord Nestor said.
Mya spent the next moon being prepared by the septa, the old woman teaching her what she will have to know to be in the capital, the etiquette, which words to use such as your grace, my king, my queen, how to curtsy in front of important people and had even started learning how to read and write, but they only had the time to cover the basics which would have to suffice until they reached the capital, they will have some more time on the ship but that would be days at most.
Septa said that once she meets her father she is to address him as your grace, not papa which made Mya pout at the septa the first time she told her that. She was her father, even if he was the king, why could she not call him papa or father?
During that moon the septa and lord Nestor had ordered that new dresses be made for her, ones more befitting the court they said. One day some tailors came and took the measurements and several weeks later she spent an entire day trying them on. There were dresses made in various colors from simple but elegant blue ones to yellow and black ones. Some were comfortable while others were almost a pain to wear. She wore dresses before but she did feel more comfortable in a pair of pants. In the end, septa said that she should have enough clothes to reach the city and to have some until more were made.
Just as lord Nestor said she had enough time to say goodbye to all of her friends, it was hard to do so and none of them were happy that she was leaving but she told them that her father has called for her and that she has to go. The hardest goodbye to say was to her mother, they said their farewells through tears and her mother told her to listen to her father while she was with him to which she nodded.