happy mother’s day bby :*
The Queen had taken to her birthing bed, the long awaited heir to the throne was being born and it seemed the whole of the Red Keep was holding it’s breath to see if it would be a Prince or a Princess.
It was a thought in the dark he hadn’t considered until Cersei had begun to show beneath his gowns that while the child was his it would in fact be the heir. One day the child that he and Cersei had made together would rule Westeros and Jaime had wished for one wild moment he could tell their father. Not that he really had wished to tell him, but just the thought of how the idea of Lannister blood alone ruling the Seven Kingdoms might please him (even if how that child was made would enrage him he was sure). Jaime could not be a father to this child of their’s and honestly that was fine by him, he didn’t want a child looking at him like that. He didn’t want a child. He had his sword, and his sister and his brother. That was all he wanted, all he needed.
A fleeting thought for the naivety of youth passed through him but was brushed off as quickly as it came, walking just as quickly through the halls for the wing of the Keep where the royal family lived. Where the birthing room was.
More thoughts came to him now, memories of being told of their mother. Of the glimpses of bloody sheets he’d seen even if they’d tried to keep them from their sight. Of the screams that had echoed as she gave birth to Tyrion. He did not blame their brother as Cersei did, never loved him less, but there was a fear pounding in his chest now and quickening his breath along with steps.
Would he hate their child as their father hated Tyrion if they took Cersei from him? Would he wish them dead?
No.
Nothing would happen to Cersei, she was strong, she was a lioness with a fire to match. This would not take her from him. And if it did he would follow her, leave their child to be raised by those who still lived. He could not, would not, live without her.
Rounding a corner Jaime could see the door now, and a gaggle of midwives as well. A flash of anger, why were they out here when Cersei was within?!, that he pushed down as he approached. One grabbed at his arm, squawking no doubt he wasn’t allowed inside. A dangerous grin twitched on his lips and hand gripped the hilt of his sword.
“And how do you propose you’ll stop me? She is my sister, and my Queen. I will be at her side.”
With that he pushed open the door and ignored their continued braying, steps faltered for a moment at the sight of his sister. Never had he seen her like this, laid low and undignified in such a way, but the look on her face and in her eyes was enough to draw him forward once more.
A sigh of his name was on her lips as he took her hand, kissing it carefully.
“The gods could not keep me away, I will not leave you alone with this.” Lowered his head, a chaste kiss to her forehead in case a midwife was watching. “I love you.”
