Hello, everyone. I am new at making a story about a female Oc, considering I am male, I usually stick to writing about them. Yet I will persevere and try it out.

You've seen this concept, I'm not trying to be the first to do it, but like with all my stories, I will work to make it unique in its own way.

Anyways, I hope for you all to enjoy.

Chapter 1: Black Haired Beauty

Cersei

It was coming any day now, she was hopeful, and she was afraid.

After her and Robert's first son perished from fever, she was in a state of shock for a half a year. It was during one of Roberts unwelcome visits to her chambers that begot the second pregnancy, and with this child was the last attempt at happiness for her.

She desired Roberts love, his adoration and though the start of their marriage didn't begin the way she wished it to, she wants to make it work between them and another child, another son, it will do the job and mend these wounds.

She smiled and laid down on her bed, her handmaidens helping her get settled in.

Now, she's had dreams, some wonderful and some very terrible. This dream was more about memory than imaginations, it brought something she wished to forget back into her mind and heart.

As a girl, no older than ten at the time, she heard of a Woods Witch and wanted to see her and ask about her future, though she'd known it already or so she did.

Her father had told her that she was to wed Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, the betrothal was to be announced at the final feast of it. So, she ran to see this Witch, bringing her current companions, Melara Hetherspoon, and Jeyne Farman along on her journey.

Maggy the Frog was her name, she was squat and warty which frightened Jeyne, she ran out before they could ask their questions. Maggy asked for blood, and she foolishly gave it to her without hesitance. Three questions she got, no more and no less.

"Will I wed the Prince?" Was her first question, Maggy looked her in the eye, void of emotion as she spoke.

"Never, you will wed the King." She was startled, disgusted, even. Did that mean she was to marry King Aerys? Does that mean Queen Rhaella will die, she was confused.

"Will the King and I have children?" She asked, feeling a creeping child crawl up her spine.

"Oh, Aye. Six-and-ten for him, and five for you, but one will die before his time. For the four that remain, gold will be their crowns, and the shroud will claim them all." She was scared, now. She didn't want to hear anymore, she wanted her father, she wanted Jaime.

Alas, no more than one last question escaped her lips and gave voice to her future. Maggy cackled as she did.

"If that is so... How can I save them?" She asked Maggy, and she got her answer.

"There is one way. Fealty, complete and obedient fealty will save them, and you. Take heed, girl; for if you do not, you will lose all you hold dear and the Valonqar will claim your life as you cry tears of blood." She didn't want to hear more.

Melara stepped forward, asking if she will marry her brother.

"Not Jaime, nor any other man, Worms will have your maidenhead. Your death is here tonight, little one. Can you smell her breath? She is very close."

She threw potion in Maggy's face and fled with Melara, the hag was cursing them in a strange tongue as they ran far away and back to Lannisport.

Melara said that if they do not speak of the prophecies, that they won't come true. It didn't help her friend, for that night she fell into a well and drowned, she had no choice but to do it and silence Melara, to ensure that no one will utter a word spoken by that witch.

The visions came to life, she married the King, Robert. She lost her first child, a boy that died before his time. During that year after losing her firstborn she named Henry, she began dreaming of that night every night, stopping after she found out she was with child once more.

Fealty, fealty will save them. Fealty? To whom, Robert? If so, then let him have it willingly. He is her King, her husband, and father to her children, or the ones they will have together.

"Your Grace, you are bleeding." The pain came next once her handmaidens helped her out of bed, her baby was coming three days early it seems.

She ended up telling them that there is no time to get to the birthing chamber, she ordered for the midwives and to inform her husband that the baby is coming.

Her first time giving birth was painful, it took hours and this one would be no different, she took the precautionary steps, inhale and exhale. Maester Pycelle came to her sometime after, offering his service to which she grimaced, she'd rather be held by her younger brother than Grand Maester Pycelle.

She pushed, screaming from the top of her lungs, gripping the sheets so hard that her nails were ripping holes into them. Emerald eyes watched the doors, hoping that her husband would burst through and comfort her, but he did not and she gritted her teeth, pushing a few more times and looked again, she saw no one.

He won't be here for her, he doesn't want her or the affection she gave him. A scornful look replaced the expression of sadness and anger set in.

A knock came to the door and she looked again, smiling at the sight of her brother, Jaime smiled back and approached her. Pycelle, ever the nuisance stepped in front of her twin.

"Ser Jaime, only the husband may enter the birthing chambers, you must leave." She wanted to scream at him, to tell the old man to let her brother stay but a sharp pain stopped her and she cried out, pushing again.

"Oh, and who, Maester Pycelle, will make me leave? Now step aside." the cowardly old man moved and her brother was by her side in seconds, taking one of her hands into his own and giving her a gentle squeeze. "I'm here, sister... I am here." She knows this, she can see it and for once, she is glad for it.

She's tried, she ended things with Jaime so she can find something to be loyal to in this marriage with Robert. When Henry was born, it was her brother who visited her after while her King was off in the woods to bring her a prize to exchange when he returned.

Now the man's done the same, she was left alone to bear this burden, with no one but her brother to ease her discomfort.

Well no more, Robert and whatever fantasy she had of being with him are gone, she doesn't want to even give him another child. In fact, she won't take his seed, she will be well rid of it after this one and only bear children with the man she's loved since she was a girl... Jaime.

Robert is dead to her, she will try to earn his affections no more, she will not be pushed aside in place of some whore he loved years ago.

She labored halfway through the night and as dawn rose from her window, she was given some good news at last.

"Once more, your Grace. I have a hold of it." The Midwife said and she roared loud and proudly, pushing harder than before.

The echoing talks between everyone were silenced by the sounds of a babies cry. No, a lions roar.

"Congratulations, my Queen. A beautiful baby girl." A girl, that is what the gods blessed me with. She was angry, sure, but she was also glad.

The beatings, Robert forcing himself on her when he was deep into his cups, the verbal attacks when he blamed her for Henry's death, it all brought her to a decision.

Daughters don't inherit kingdoms or land, Roberts line will have ended with this child and unbeknownst to Robert, give the throne to any son she may have with her brother. It will be her greatest victory over Robert since slighting her on their wedding night, calling her Lyanna.

Jaime retrieved her daughter and she held on to her, what she saw, it made her pause.

It's hard to see what parent she prefers, what she will look like, but one thing is clear... She is a true Baratheon. The blue eyes when she opened them made it so, she cooed at the babe and poked her with a finger to which the baby held with her tiny hands.

She won't hate her, it isn't the child's fault that she has a brutes blood, she will shape that and make her a lioness like herself. She will be strong, graceful, cunning, she will be beautiful and won't be claimed by Maggy's prophecy, nor will any child she bears from Jaime. She wore a proud smile, letting her child feed and rest, they both will need it.

"Have you thought of a name? Cersei." She honestly hadn't. She does know for a fact that Robert named their firstborn, it only makes sense that she chooses the name.

She thought of many Lannister names, none fit the girl at all. Then she thought of Baratheon names and didn't like them either, they didn't fit the baby any more than a Baratheon one.

A name then came to her, a strange name, but a unique one.

"... Helen. Helen Baratheon." If rolled off the tongue, though Helen Lannister sounds a lot more than that. Jaime gave her a queer look, and she scoffed.

"It... Sounds delightful, a strange name but a good one."

She was left alone sometime after, Jaime said he would visit when she was feeling rested.

Her rest didn't last long before Robert came in, carrying with her a coat of gold and black, A tigers coat? She was confused, more on where her husband got such a prize.

"Sorry I was late. Some fools from the East brought this beast and it got away, attacked us on my hunt and I took it for you." That was thoughtful of him, now if only he felt such emotion throughout the last few years since before Henry and now Helen.

She simply nodded and handed her child to Robert, and the King placed the tiger's coat on her lap. It's still warm, a fresh kill. It made her a little angry that he was able to even slay a cat of any kind, felines should have been stronger than that.

"She has my eyes, I hope she survives better than... " She noticed he couldn't even say his name, neither could she, not through her voice at least. "What is her name? Did you pick one already." She nodded to his question, saying it proudly.

"Her name is Helen, Helen of the House Baratheon. Princess of the Iron Throne."

AN: I know, I know I have a bad reputation with trueborn fics, I always quit on them because any good arcs are taken by other better writers than myself, and female Oc Baratheons are no exception. Yet I hope everyone enjoys this story as I aim to make it different than the others you've seen.

With that being said, I bid everyone a good day, and a great Halloween if I don't get an update for this and other stories.

HKC is signing off!