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There are stories people tell of the history of the world. Tales of brave knights and fair maidens and handsome princes. They told of the handsome Robert Baratheon taking his seat on the iron throne, they told of his marriage to a pretty girl with golden hair from Casterly Rock. The new queen Cersei Lannister had laboured a day and the seven kingdoms kingdom held its breath awaiting the arrival of the stag prince that would one day be king. The first blood of houses Lannister and Baratheon a baby boy with dark eyes and dirty yellow hair and a baby girl, a little doe with her mothers emerald eyes and her father's raven Baratheon hair. Robert Baratheon presented Cersei with a deer pelt and she presented him with his first heirs. "Seven hells look at them. A true prince and my beautiful little girl. She'll have lords throwing themselves at her, there'll be wars." "Lets hope not." The queen smiles painfully. "What will we call them love?" Robert asked Cersei, she dreaded the moment that He would suggest she name her daughter after the Stark girl. "Violet." Cersei mindlessly whispered. "And the lad?" "You choose love." "Fine. Kit it shall be." "Kit is a wonderful name for a king." Jaime Lannister said from the doorway. "You are wanted on the small council, they said it was urgent." Robert turned from Jaime back to his peaceful twins. "Crowned prince and Princess of the seven Kingdoms... "They'll have everything they could ever want." He hands the babes to their mother and left the room with a majestic urgency. "I so desperately wished them to be yours. I prayed to every god." "I won't treat them any different." He looked over at the children he too had prayed would be his own. "Robert's right about one thing. They'll have everything they could ever want."
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