A maiden`s fantasy was he. Tall. Neat. Muscly. Handsome. He wielded a war hammer that none could fling. He crushed the Targaryen dynasty completely and put a bolt to the Ironborn. He united the Seven Kingdoms by pocketing the Lannisters through his wedding to Cersei Lannister.

Cersei and Jaime were standing in the courtyard of King`s Landing overlooking the sea.

"I`m to marry Robert Baratheon in a few hours!" Cersei delighted.

"Robert Baratheon! The hunter. The rebellion is being called as Robert`s Rebellion." Jaime said with a mocking pride on his eyes.

"Robert`s Rebellion. The Targaryen dynasty. They and their magic. Their incest. I envy them. Could you believe?" Cersei said.

"Aye. The incest. Is that how you got the notion to fuck me?" Jaime asked.

"I had a thing for Rhaegar Targaryen. The Last Dragon they called him. I loved men who fight with valor and had a sense of enjoyment while fighting. Men who fight with pomposity. Rhaegar Targaryen was as such. He wouldn't marry me. Can you believe? Cersei Lannister. The daughter of the richest man in the Seven Kingdoms. Couldn't woo Rhaegar Targaryen. Nevertheless, I love Robert Baratheon. Being queen to the most sturdiest man in the Kingdoms." Cersei said.

During the wedding night of Cersei and Robert...

"You are an iron made man fit for the Iron throne." Cersei exhilarated.

The silence was broken by the sound of wine gulping through the body`s digestive alley. The smell of meat in patches of air.

“A night of feasting and fucking.” she remarked to Robert Baratheon who with closed eyes kissed Cersei Lannister and started to undress her. Cersei was on contemplation and was excited for the wedding night. All she felt was a thick log of flesh entering her pleasure hole and filling it. Her moaning was cut off from exiting the room by the disquiet Blackwater Bay. The sex went on for minutes and when the climax seemed possible ‘Lyanna’ was all she heard. Robert`s life stream was inside her. She had felt a pump of substance. Her moaning died. She was anguished. A drunk Robert dozed off after finishing inside her.

Cersei births Robert`s baby.

A baby boy was born to Cersei. The baby was just as Robert is with features and expression. Cersei saw the boy and thought, ‘Lyanna’. She could not get the thought off her self. It had been chiseled in her ever since her wedding night. Looking at the baby and all she could think of was ‘Lyanna’ and her joy was gone. She could not nurse the baby boy. She called Varys the Spider.

“How can I serve you my Queen?” the Spider asked.

“I want you to find a black haired just born baby.” Cersei said and spoke with Varys at a length.

Varys came back with a baby boy who had been dead after being born. Cersei wrapped up her baby and switched the dead baby boy for hers.

“I want the baby to be brought up in King`s Landing. He must become a smith and must make armour fit for Kings and Lords. And one day Robert may see him in one of his whoring trips and find out that he is one of his own and repent. Or maybe he would make weapons that is used to kill the Kings.” Cersei lamented with anger.

“Prophetical!” Varys thought as he took the baby and left.

Robert was saddened by the loss of the baby and made no one speak of it.

*****

“You can take the Black and live the rest of your years with your bastard boy Jon Snow and your brother Benjen Stark. You found out Robert`s bastards and Jaime Lannister`s bastards but no one could guess the mother of the honorable Ned Stark`s bastard boy. The honest Ned Stark who wouldn`t seize the Iron Throne for himself when he had the chance to, willing to go against the powerful Lannisters but has a bastard son. Curious, my lord!” said Varys to Lord Eddard Stark in the dungeons.

“Speaking about bastards, one of Robert`s bastard is an apprentice at Tobho Mott`s workshop. His name is Gendry and he has a fine Bull`s helmet. By the looks and features on the boy he is a true Baratheon. Keep him safe. The Lannisters will go after all of Robert`s bastards.” Ned Stark requested Varys.

“Hmmm... Continuing on bastards, your bastard boy, is he a Stark by the looks and features on him?” Varys asked.

“You are quiet. The boy must have been born to Benjen Stark or Lyanna Stark? ‘Could be’ I guess.” assumed Varys.

Ned Stark breathed from his mouth and sat quietly as Varys left holding a lantern.