A Doe in a Lion's Den

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Summary: What if Cersei had twins with Robert Baratheon and only one has died? Elain Cassana Baratheon first of her name shall tell her encounters in Game of Thrones. As she the true Baratheon she's a Doe in a Lion's Den of Lannister's and the game she was forced to partake.

Chapter 1: Elain Baratheon

Twas a long journey from Kings Landing to the North on King Robert Baratheon personal expedient. When Lord Jon Arryn passing came, it saddened many members of the court. Lord Arryn was Hand of the King for two generations that my father King Robert the first, and the generations of my siblings. He was a true friend to the family, serving the previous war, trained King Robert and played his role. Though, I recall his behavior the prior month of his death.

On one occasion, he made a call to have tea in the garden. Our conversations were simple about the weather, my education on ladyship, and politics. Unlike most lords who looked down upon educated women, Lord Arryn gave the impression a lady should know. At least…in Kings Landing. Even in that hour, he would stare at me thoroughly with his aged eyes. People had said I resembled my father more than my mother, having black of hair, and a square jaw. But my mother's trait of beauty as people call it could be seen, as well as her fair skin.

"Lord Arryn, tis something wrong, you seem…agitated?" I asked.

"You highness, I am not agitated, but at peace that you are true." He answered.

"True?" I asked. "Am I not my father's daughter?"

Lord Arryn nodded, "Indeed you are. A true doe for the house Baratheon."

Before Lord Arryn could continue his conversation, he was sadly interrupted by a paged, then summoned by the king. That was the last living encounter I had with him. The next time I would see him would be giving my condolences to the dead as he was being prepared for burial.

"Elain," Tommen spoke quietly for the queen, our mother Cersei and our sister Myrcella were resting on their side of the carriage.

Tommen, my youngest brother pointed out the window to see the city of Winterfell.

"Is that Winterfell?" he asked.

I combed my fingers through his golden locks of hair, "Indeed."

"How long we'll be here, Elain?" he asked.

"Until father gets his answer," I answered. "Hand of the king is a serious obligation, so father must choose wisely in who will support him, just like Lord Arryn."

Or better yet, someone to rule the kingdom while he eats, drinks, and whores his way through the seven kingdoms.

"I heard there might be a arrange marriage." Sneered a voice belonging to no other than Joffrey, as he guided his horse closer to the carriage. "You'll become Lady of Winterfell. Then again it would be the…third marriage contract to be broken."

"If I recall, Lord Stark has two daughters. Maybe tis you who shall be wed." I said. "I pity the girl."

Joffrey's face flushed red then stormed off on his horse.

Sadly what my brother said was true. I have been in two arrange marriages which father radically decline later on. The first arrangement I was young, I was betrothed to Quentyn Martell prince of Dorn. Unfortunately, one look at the prince and King Robert immediately terminated saying he looked like a frog. The second betrothal was to someone named Samwell Tarly…yet that was the groom side that terminated the betrothal. Truly father is barely picking the right suitor to be my husband. Deep down I question who was more frustrated: myself, the small council, or my mother. Cersei has always been adamant that I should be married after I bled.

Now eighteen years old and still unmarried. I pray to the seven gods that father would find me a husband soon. Most girls would have been married at age fifteen, even younger. As the mother was nineteen when she married Father, then a year later my twin brother Robert II and I was born. Sadly, Robert II passed away shortly after. The maester told my parents not many infants survive the first year after birth. My once septa said after Robert II funeral, my father entered my room and held me the entire night, with promises and ordering me never to die. Not until he does. A year and a half later my mother gave birth to her third child, Joffrey. Then Myrcella a few years later and onward Tommen.

"Will you marry Lord Stark's son?" Tommen asked.

"Tis our father's decision," I answered.

"I don't want you to leave," he said.

A small smile graced my lip as I combed his golden locks. "Only fate can decide."

Tommen sighed resting his head on my lap.

I continued to comb his hair as always. When I looked up, I stared at the green eyes of my mother.

"We are approaching Winterfell," I informed her.

Mother nodded as she woken Myrcella.

Even this journey is all about politics; I do hope there is some entertainment here in Winterfell. Though something deep within me told me more is to come.

So what do you guys think?

I always wanted to do a Game of Thrones fanfic, though was intimidated by the strong story plot. Elain is Robert and Cersei daughter second born after her twin brother. However, after her twin's death, she is the true heir by birth. More will be explained later on in the story.
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