After hours of blood sweat and tears Cersie Lannister would finally have her first born son. She already had the perfect name for him Joffery. Jamie her brother stood by her side holding her hand with love in his blue eyes. Even through the pain she knew this would be her greatest achievement between her legs she would birth the greatest lion in history. The future king of the seven kingdoms.

"Push dear I think I see the head." The midwife yelled and Cersie gave a final push. Even through the pain she could hear the midwife scream and all the fears of incest reared the ugly head.

"What's wrong with him?" Cersie whispered through her hoarse voice.

"He isn't right by the seven, he's a monster." The midwife shrieked. Jamie sword drawn was ready to do whatever it took to bring her child to her. She didn't care what he looked like he was hers.

Under threat of death the midwife gave the small bundle to Jamie who looked at him and nearly dropped the cloth. Jamie handed the bundle to her outstretched hands. Tears blurred her eyes as she looked at her baby.

He wasn't human she knew it on sight. What human had four arms, his head was triangular, the child had a long tail that ended in a point and he had three eyes. Her child's body was tough, she could tell just by holding him along with his monstrous appearance came strength. One of his arms reached out and clasped her finger. His eyes were blue just like a Lannister's. She thanked the gods for whatever miracles they would give her. His arms moved about with ease there was no strain to his eyes. His chest moved up and down with no issue or a look of discomfort.

Tyrion, for the first time since her mother died, she thought of her little brother in any way that wasn't distain. Their afflictions weren't similar not in the least. How she had managed to pass her child's triangular head was a mystery even to her. It hadn't felt quite as horrible as she had been told. Her child blinked at her first with his bottom two eyes and then with his third vertical eye. Her heart pounded as dread washed through her. Robert her king would never accept him. Who would want such a creature ruling over the seven kingdoms? What would they call her the mother of monsters?

Yet, when she looked at him, he didn't make a fuss he just watched her curiously. He came from her, he was Jamie's and hers, and she would make her son king. Robert might be drunk enough after his hunting trip to be made to accept him. She would have to get the servants to up his normal drinking habits by double or triple them. She looked to Jamie her brother and lover. He looked stunned, lost, and frightened.

"Would you like to hold him?"

Robert returned from his hunting trip to hear little news about his wife's labor. He hadn't known what to do with the woman. He was broken somewhere after Lyanna, her kidnapping and death left him incapable of giving Cercie the love he knew she deserved. Damn the Lannisters and their scheming but his honor wouldn't allow him to treat her as anything less than his wife. He just needed time away at times. The grief he felt and the pain his grief brought to her caused him to drink in a loop that never ended. If he hadn't become king, Robert thought he might have taken the black to get away from his past and perhaps find a way to finally lay his grief and love to rest.

When he entered the castle, red keep he heard whispers around him. The servants bowed their heads and prattled on but there was something no one told him. Ser Barrister captain of his king's guard followed close behind him. The doors open and he finds his wife with his newborn suckling her breast. The babe was covered keeping him from seeing.

"Cercie let me see him. The servants are all whispering is something wrong." He knew in the back of his mind that there was a chance however slim that he could be born like Tyrion. Robert had nothing against the small man but nothing for him either. His wife hated him and as king he had little interaction with his good brother.

Slowly Cercie showed him his son. Robert cursed and stepped back. Ser Barrister looked at his son and held his grim expression. Robert stood there for a moment a new grief joining Lyanna in his heart. "What's his name Cercie?" Robert asked his mouth gone dry. Even after the drink he had just had. This memory would never leave him if he lived. His son the monster, he could already hear the rumor mill. He would have to keep him hidden away from the public eye. Robert already knew his son would resent him for it. Already so much was taken from his child at birth.

"His name is Jackus Baratheon." Cercie said. His son was small and inhuman anyone with eyes could see it. By the seven nothing like this had ever happened before. He could already here it now the cursed king they will call him. They would keep him wrapped up and hidden. The boy would receive private tutors paid well to keep quiet. When his son came of age, they would quietly move him to rule over a small province in the countryside.

Jack fed from his mother. The yellow haired one was interesting. She held so much fear and cared for him as if he was fragile. Mother what an odd thing to call someone again. It had been years since he escaped from hell. His form wasn't human anymore. It was for the best in his opinion. Jack had forgotten how to be human long ago. Though his appearance might seem monstrous to them. Jack felt at home in his skin.

Days after his birth his mother caught him walking about his nursery. "Jackus what are you doing out of your crib. Babies aren't supposed to walk around until they are much older. How can you even support such a large head?" Jack looked at his mother his three eyes focusing on her in ways no human eyes could. He let out a sigh and turned around to walk back to his bed. "Were you hungry or did you just want to explore?"

Jack had the decency to look sheepish and she let out an exasperated sigh. Her tone grew softer. "What if something had happened to you. Your only days old and I've only just recovered. How do you get to move around already after a week of life?" Cercie admonished. His mother had adopted an ultimate acceptance policy when dealing with him. Anything he did out of the ordinary, was assumed to be just another aspect of him. Jack or Jackus as she called him was classified as his own singularity in his mother's eyes.

"Do you want me to read you a dance of dragons again?" Cercie asked. Jack nodded and she opened the book.

His first couple of years passed by with little in the way of discomfort. Jack grew day by day getting stronger, faster and larger. Already he stood four feet tall at six. Joffery was born and he was a quiet child. His mother dotted on the little tyke and gave him less of her attention.

Years continued to pass, and he was 13 Myrcella was 8 and Tommen was 4. He loved his little sister and brother the most. Myrcella loved to hop aboard his shoulders as he wondered the castle. Joffery was a pain always calling him freak and jabbing him with his sword. The blade simply bounced off Jack's chitin scaled torso. Not a lot could really hurt him physically.

As he walked through the castle with Myrcella giggling the whole way he passed the room he refused to enter. He once had another brother before Joffery. His first brother had black hair like their father and liked to babble. A fever killed him during the winter season. Mother was distraught, Jack couldn't comfort her not while he had his own grief to deal with. She didn't abandon him not even when he started to rot. Father was forced to have his brother taken to be married. His mother never forgave him for it. Jack didn't think his father forgave himself either.

We all have our coping mechanisms. Father's was to drink and whore. Mothers was to cheat. He didn't blame his uncle, but he didn't enjoy the looks his uncle gave his mother. Another secret Jack decided to keep so his mother remained alive. Jack missed the man his father was the one who took Jack out hunting. Now all his father did was drink, whore, and try to forget his sorrow.

Jack leapt from winding staircase to staircase his body easily capable of supporting both his and Myrcella's weight. He made his way to his father's office to see Jaime waiting outside. Jack didn't hate the man for sleeping with his mother. "You shouldn't do that what if Myrcella's grip weakened." Jack opened his cloak to reveal his tail looped around Myrcella keeping her in place. "Right I forgot you had one of those. Careful not to poke anyone's eye out right." Jaime said uncomfortably. His uncle was always uncomfortable with Jack's appearance.

"Cella stay out here, I have to ask father something." She nodded her head seriously and Jack opened the doors gently. At 13 Jack was well over six feet tall and looked like a monster of great power. The second he entered the room full of whores and his father they shrieked.

The king sighed while Jack walked up to him. "Lad I'm busy what do you want that can't wait until dinner." Jack looked at the ladies in the room and winked.

"Father I want to go fishing with you tomorrow. You promised for the last few weeks that you would take me. I want a full day of us and fishing. No whores, boos, or distractions." Jack said. His father looked at him. Through the boos and the whoring, a shadow of the man appeared. "Jaime write it down and inform the small council. The king and prince will be gone fishing cancel any appointments with little finger's brothels." Robbert said. Jack smiled a toothless smile that made the whores uncomfortable.

As Jack walked out, he couldn't help but meet Jaime's questioning eyes. When the doors finally closed Jack waited for the inevitable question. "Why are you so focused on this fishing trip with the king? This is the 23rd time you've requested such a thing and every time something comes up." Jaime said. Jack glanced over his uncle. The man wore golden armor and carried a sword on his hip. The man looked to have come from some heroic epic.

"I know you can see it too. My father is killing himself. Lyanna was one thing, he was making a recovery. My brother's death crossed the line losing him was too much. He hasn't recovered, I can see it every time he finally sobers up. Its going to kill him soon. This fishing trip is my final play to turn it around. I want to bring him out of his grief." Jack said.

"Nephew I wish you the best of luck." Jaime said. Jack nodded and walked out.

Myrcella had long since vanished down some corridor in the castle. He felt a blade slash through his cloak and grind against his back. "Hello little brother, are you trying to kill me again." Jack asked.

"You're a stain on the family monster mom isn't here to save you." Joffery said.

"I'm terrified, the joke is going to kill me." Jack said.

He looked down at his little brother and then to his body guard the hound. "Do you really think Clegane will strike a prince? That's how men get beheaded." Jack said.

Jack turned and walked off to his seething brother. He leapt from a window in the red keep and climbed high to its tallest tower. It was there he stood and watched the city beneath him. He was human but not by much. Jack could feel a hunger gnawing at his gut. He needed to feet and soon.

He leapt from the tower gliding through the night air before landing on a soft patch of dirt. Once there he moved following the scent of blood. A man in the street his body broken by clubs. He couldn't pay for protection. That's how it worked in the slums. If you didn't pay the local gangs, they beat you to death. Jack clucked his tongue as he moved following the scent of the attackers.

When he wanted to be unseen, he could be. It wasn't camouflage it was merely sneaking. He could move in the dark like he was born to it and little could stop him from tracking prey. He came upon his target. A few ruff looking men throwing a few coppers around and drinking in a shack. Jack was very hungry.

Loud screaming soon turned to gasps, then gurgles as he drained away the last of his victim. Only the rags the man wore were left. He and his friends left only a hand full of cloths behind after Jack drank them. It was a monstrous thing to do his feeding practices. But that was the price he payed for being what he was.