Chapter 1
My life is weird. After you're born, you learn. You learn to talk, to crawl, to walk, to read, to write, how to act, how to dress... But what's the point? Eventually, you die and it doesn't matter. Your life is over. You don't need to know how to do any of those things again. It's pointless. At least, that's what I thought. Some people thought differently than me as they believed in an afterlife while I didn't. That's why my life is weird... Or, well, lives. I didn't expect anything after my death so to realise I woke up after dying as a newborn baby and my new Mother is giving birth to my new twin is definitely weird. It's even weirder knowing I've been born into some kind of important family since my new Mother is being called 'Your Grace'. However, the thing that causes me to completely freak out about the weirdness of my new life is that my new Mother looks exactly like Cersei Lannister from the Game of Thrones TV show. The same Cersei Lannister I have a huge crush on and was so obsessed with in my old life that I read every Cersei/OFC fanfiction I could find. I even wrote a few myself! I heard a cry and looked over to see my new baby Sibling. "It's a boy, Your Grace," the woman holding my twin said. My new Mother smiled.
"A Daughter and a Son," she said, smiling at the person holding me. I looked up at the person holding me for the first time and I was shocked. He looks exactly like Jaime Lannister... No. No way! I can't have... It's got to be a coincidence. I can't've been born in the Game of Thrones universe. Things like that are just fanfiction. Fake. Fantasy. Imagination. It'd never actually happen to a person let alone to me... Right? I zoned out as I freaked out over the possibility of being the child of Cersei Lannister and Jaime Lannister. That would have to be the case if this was real since Cersei told Ned that Joffrey, Myrcella and Tommen were Jaime's and the only other child she had was Robert's and he died and had black hair and my twin is blonde. Wait... Am I Tommen's twin or Joffrey's? Neither had a twin in the show... I don't know which would be worse. Being Tommen's twin means I'd have to go through all of the show as a preteen or teenager but being Joffrey's twin... Maybe that would make it easier to change him even just a little to make him less of an asshole. Cersei's coddling made it impossible for her to control him after he became King or he wouldn't've killed Ned Stark... Why can't I remember anything after Season 1? All I can remember is the events of Season 1! I can't even remember anything from fanfiction based after that! What's going on with my memory? I remember everything from my old life and the events of Season 1 completely but nothing in the show after that...
"Cersei, Robert will be back soon," the guy I'm now certain is Jaime said. It seems it's now only me, my twin, my new Mother and Jaime left in here.
"I know, Jaime," she said as he walked over to sit next to her on the bed. I poked my new twin gently with my fist. I peered at him. I honestly can't tell if it's Tommen or Joffrey. All babies look the same to me other than different hair colours and that doesn't help here. "I want to name them before Robert gets back."
"Well, what are you thinking?"
"I'm not sure about our Daughter, Jaime, but I have a name for our Son... I want you to name our Daughter. She's yours too but she'll never know it. No one will." I saw the frown on her face and I poked her with my fist too. She looked down at me and I started making some really weird noises. I know they're normal for a baby but it's weird knowing they're coming from me. She smiled a soft smile at me. She's so cute like this. It's one of the most adorable things I've ever seen. Well, this and my baby Brother. The look in her eyes... I've only just been born and she already loves me. My old so-called Parents had me for 16 years and they still didn't care about me, let alone love me, by the time I died. No one cared. No one loved me. Cersei is the first person to ever love me in any way... I'm hers now. I've been obsessed with her for three years and now she's the first person to love me.
"Okay... How about... Cassiopeia?" Well, at least I still have my name. "She's a star and a royal given Robert won't know she's not his." The entire time I watched the show, I was jealous of Jaime for having Cersei love him in two ways when I didn't have anyone to love me in any way and now I have Cersei loving me. I know Cersei loved her children more than anything in the show and she created me in this world. She grew me. She birthed me. She loves me. I am her child. Her eldest. I am hers and, hopefully, she'll one day be mine. Even if she isn't, I'll still always be hers. I love her. She's my Mommy. I never understood how Cersei and Jaime could love each other as family and as lovers but now I get it. How did that one look from her make me love her as my Mother when I was already in love with her and had never loved my so-called Mother in my past life? It can't be because she birthed me because Taylor birthed me too... Is it because Taylor never loved me but Cersei does? I couldn't view Jaime as my Father, even knowing the truth I know Robert will be the only one I view as my Father. I won't insult Jaime like that. My last so-called Father, Thomas, was horrible. He spent most of his time drunk and hitting me. Robert won't hit me because he'll ignore me most of the time but he'll also spend most of his time drunk. 'Father' will never be anything but an insult to me not that Robert will know that every time I call him it.
"I love it," Cersei said with a smile before looking at my baby Brother. "Cassiopeia and Joffrey." Well, that answers that then.
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Okay, I know I hated dresses in my old life but was still forced to wear them most of the time by Taylor but the dresses in this life are so much worse. Hopefully, when I'm older, Joffrey and I will look as alike as Mother and Uncle Jaime apparently did when they were children and I can steal Joffrey's clothes... I can't believe it's only been six months and I'm already calling them Mother and Uncle in my head... Actually, I can. They're a vast improvement on my old family. Not that they even deserve the word 'family' associated with them. The Lannisters are a lot of things but they do highly value family despite Mommy's strained relationship with Uncle Tyrion she still loves him. I can't remember where I heard it from in my last life but it seems to sum up Mother and Uncle Tyrion's relationship perfectly... 'You have to love family but you don't have to like them'. It also sums up my relationship with my new 'Father'. I can't stand him. I remember him hitting Mother in the show before he died and I want to kill him for it but I can't even walk and to ensure the future can be manipulated to my liking, I have to keep it as accurate to the show and before the show as possible... Besides, Tommen and Myrcella haven't even been conceived yet and there's no guarantee they will be if I kill Father now. "We could always--"
"Did I ask you for your opinion, woman?" Father cut Mother off. I saw the look on her face. How dare he annoy and disrespect my Mommy like that!? This is the first Small Council meeting he's been to while I've been here. Mother's been to every single one in the last month since Joffrey's crying a lot less now and he can calmly sit on Uncle Jaime's lap. She didn't want to come to them if Joffrey was just going to cry through them and she still refuses to be separated from us. Mother winced and glared at him before looking away. Oh fuck no. I gently grabbed at her hair and she looked at me with a soft smile as always but her eyes still screamed her annoyance at my Father. I need to make her feel better but how... Maybe...
"Mommy," I said and she stared at me wide-eyed.
"Ned, maybe--"
"Robert, be quiet," Mother hissed.
"Don't you dare--"
"Be quiet!" She looked at me. "Cassiopeia... Do it again. Please. Do it again." I looked into her pleading eyes.
"Mommy. Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!" I insisted. Clearly, she didn't believe I actually said it the first time. Not surprising though. I highly doubt many 6-month-olds talk.
"Did she just talk?" Father asked.
"She's only 6 months old, Your Grace. This is remarkable," Maester Pycelle said. "She's much more advanced than she should be at her age."
"Do you think she can say other things? That she can understand us?" Uncle Jaime asked.
"I doubt she understands much but yes. It's not impossible. For her to be able to talk already..."
"Say 'Daddy'," Father insisted. "Say it." I looked at Mother and smiled before looking at him.
"Mommy." Mother chuckled and everyone but Father smiled or grinned.
"Clearly she's not that smart. 'Mommy' is not what I told her to say."
"I think she knows what you want, Your Grace, she just doesn't want to give you what you want," Lord Baelish said.
"The brat's already too much like her Mother then." Mother glared at him.
"She's just a child," Uncle Jaime said.
"Jay!" Mother and Uncle Jaime smiled at me before sharing a soft look with each other.
"So, she's intentionally being difficult, eh?" Father asked.
"Bae, Var, Ned!" I said smiling at Father and Mother giggled a little before quieting when Father looked at her.
"Take the brat out of here. I won't have a child, especially my child, disrespecting me in such a way. I am the King."
"King!" Mother smiled at me as she stood up and left the room with Uncle Jaime following behind with Joffrey.
"You're going to be trouble for him in the future, aren't you, my little lioness?" Mother asked as I yawned.
"King!" I made some babbling noises and Mother smirked.
"Such a good little Princess." Mother kissed my forehead and I fell asleep.
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"Cassiopeia, you have to let them put the dress on," Mother said with a sigh.
"No! No dresses! Dresses suck!" I exclaimed as I wiggled about, refusing to let my new handmaiden and Mother's handmaiden dress me. Because I was being so difficult, Mother had had to call her handmaiden in too to help.
"Who taught you that word?" Mother harshly asked.
"Tyri said it... What's a cock?" I asked with a questioning look and I tried not to laugh as I saw the rage on Mother's face. Uncle Tyrion's gonna get yelled at.
"Don't say those words again and I'll be speaking with Tyrion about the language he uses around you... Now, let them put your dress on."
"Fine." I stopped wiggling. "I hate dresses. They're stupid. I want to wear pants. Like Joffrey."
"Your Father would-" Mother cut herself off and grinned. "Fine. You can dress like Joffrey." I grinned back.
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