The Royal Family

As Danny opened his eyes, he immediately realized that he was no longer between realms. He was now in a medieval land. Huge human looking beings were dispersed along the huge room he was in. He was being held by a woman in servant’s clothing. A beautiful voice called out to the woman holding him.

“Bring me my child,” yelled out Cersei Lannister. It was 281 AC and the the rebellion in King’s Landing had just ended. Cersei had just given birth to her first (and only) trueborn child. The crown prince of the realm was a average sized baby with dark, black hair and deep, blue eyes. As Cersei held her child she was bombarded of images of a boy looking like an older version of her son transfroming into a white haired, green-eyed version of himself and fighting strange being. She gasped in surprise as she truly grasped the importance of her firstborn. She could feel the power humming just beneath his infantile skin. She could only think of one name to give him. “Daniel,” she said breathlessly, “his name will be Daniel Jamie Baratheon!” After proclaiming his name she look towards her servants. “There will be no need for a wet nurse as I will breastfeed this one.” She said with a tone of finality. Danny began to gargle and laugh uncontrollably as he stared at his mother’s face.