Author's Note: I know this might be a little overdone, but I did something different in some ways. I hope this made you guys interested. And no, that doesn't mean I abandoned my other story. This will probably update a little slower than Fervent Wishes, but this is to take away all the inspiration I was practically oozing with.

The harmonious cries filled the room, thrilling her and making her fall in love. It was almost like the song she loved that her mother used to sing to her as a girl. The lyrics having no words, but having power alone from the sound of them. The tears that pricked her green eyes became never-ending and had nothing at all to do with the strenuous pains of giving birth she just went through. It had everything to do that she and Jaime had brought twins into the world; twins. Two forms of life who are akin to being one; just like them. Another pair of twins for the world to come to known. They would be Lannisters by blood, stronger than the Baratheon they would have by name. They would have all that should've been Jaime and Cersei's long ago.

These twins would be royalty at birth and would continue the line of succession all the way until there was no more. The next Targaryens, she hoped; except stronger this time around. She smirked at the idea that Robert would think he would be continuing the lineage of Baratheons. He just had no idea that those thoughts of his were purely false. Lannisters, lions, will continue to rule from here on out. And there was nothing he could do to stop it.

The Queen's heart started beating triple time as her she let her hands wipe away her face. "Let me hold them." She said eagerly, preparing herself to be taken away by the beauty of her newborn children. It was nearly impossible for her to control the excitement coursing through it. It completely overshadowed the indescribable, throbbing pain between her legs, surprisingly. It was clear that her body was indeed tired because birthing two children at once was a pain, an experience, that hardly many people knew. Cersei had gotten an absolute feel of what her mother once went through when she gave birth to her and Jaime. How tired and pained her mother must've been. After doing something this powerful, she lost her life giving birth to that ugly, little imp of a brother of hers. That being said, this only intensified her hatred for him, but it numbed when Maester Pycelle slowly brought the two bundles closer to her.

He placed one in each arm. Cradling in her left was a tiny thing with a straight, blond hair that slicked itself to his little head. She knew it to be a boy as soon as she first laid eyes on him. It relieved her to know that she had played her game faithfully and did not end up having a child that was Robert's. Cersei nearly feared to see a mop of Baratheon black on a baby's head. A part of her, small and fragile that she wished didn't exist, might've believed he would treat her better if the child was his. It didn't really matter since he buried himself in the cold tundra of her heart when he said Lyanna Star's name while inside her those years ago. Nothing in this world could he do to rectify that, of that she was sure.

Her heart skipped a beat at the quick thought that what laid in her right arm was a girl. As soon as Cersei turned her golden-maned head, she froze. Upon her eyes was everything she didn't want; black of hair. Upon this tiny thing's head was a tuft of black hair that curled itself on this baby's small head. It cemented that this was a child of Robert's. Her eyes snatched themselves away from her and then looked back at her blond boy and then back at her girl. She wondered if she had somehow gotten herself pregnant with both Robert and Jaime's children at once. Was that even possible? For the twins to have two different fathers? Had she gone wrong when she was supposed to drink her moon tea months ago?

Her mind was rattling with all the scenarios and could-be's and she found herself lost. Cersei wanted to scream that her plan had only gone halfway through, but she had to compose herself because Robert had bust through the doors of the room bearing a smile she had never seen him wear before. Around his growing waist was deer pelt and then there was another over his broad shoulder. Yes, she remembered he left her to go hunting even though she warned that the children might come any day now. That thought alone served to infuriate her all over again.

"Twins?!" He sounded excited, and she knew why. Double Baratheons, he was thinking. Oh what a joy to be had. 'Only one Baratheon for you, my dear husband. And it is the one you can keep. I don't care.' She only said in her mind. This girl was his, but the boy was hers, hers and Jaime's.

"Twins, my love." The smile on her face nearly cracked as he walked himself over, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead much to her surprise. Her eyes widened for a split second but then pushed the thought aside that he was happy she done her job as a breeder. That was all she was to him; his queen, and his breeder.

"Oh, he has your Lannister look." He said about the boy, and that made her lips curl up in a true smile. 'Because he's mine. He is mine and Jaime's; the only man I love has given this blessing to me.' As soon as Robert's thumb caressed the baby's soft cheek, he opened his eyes. Cersei gasped as to her horror that this child she thought was hers and Jaime's had the Baratheon bluest of eyes. 'No! No, that can't be!' She screamed inwardly in horror.

Robert's face lit up exactly at that, and he took the boy from her despite how much she wanted to snatch him back. "He has my father and mine eyes." That made him happy, overjoyed at most. Cersei bit down on her tongue, glancing down at the daughter in her arms. She had opened her eyes too and Cersei saw the beautiful shade of green. Her heart had grown soft and she found all the hatred that spurned for this child web itself away. "Oh, my girl, she is so beautiful." The queen whispered as she brought her lips to baby's forehead.

"Steffon and Cassandra, their names shall be. I want to name them after my parents." She wanted to say she hated it, despised it even. Yet, what could she do? They were his. 'And mine too.'

Her verdant-colored eyes looked up at her husband, who looked at her almost to wait to see if she would approve.

"Yes, my love. Steffon and Cassandra are lovely and will do."