Disclaimer: I do not own A song of Ice and Fire or Game of thrones George RR Martin, David Benioff and D.B. Weiss do. I do however own the OC character of this story. Many have gone down this road and few have made any progress this is my take on it. I may be doing something similar to what other people have done. If you have any complaints sent me a message. To everyone else al reviews are welcome so enjoy my version of (what if Robert Baratheon had a trueborn son)

A Song of Manes and Antlers

The pain was excruciating, all Cersei Lannister wanted was for it to end quickly. Beside Her Jamie held her hand. "You're doing good" he said assuringly "You can do it, just on more push". Cersei gave a final push and felt her second child enter the world. "Congradulations my queen" said one of the handmaidens, "you have given birth to a healthy son".

Cersei sighed with relief as the handmaiden wrapped the baby in a blanket. Cersei gathered the tiny bundle in her arms. 'A little brother for Joffrey, and an older one for those yet to come' she thought to herself. Then she pulled back the baby's hood and got the shock of her life. His facial features were Baratheon from his shiny black hair, to his dark blue eyes. Jaime and Cersei looked at each other with wide eyes. 'This is Robert's son' Cersei realized.

The baby looked up at Cersei revealing his dark blue eyes and smiled. Cersei was angry at first, but after looking into his eyes she found that she couldn't hate him. He was her son and everything she used to love about Robert was in this child. While she had laboured for a day and a half to birth Joffrey, this labour lasted only a few hours. The baby wrapped his tiny hand around her forefinger and fell asleep.

Robert arrived and hour later from his hunt. He entered Cersei's room and presented her an deer pelt. Cersei in turn presented him with his son. Robert stared at the baby boy and gave a smile that Cersei had never seen on him before. It was a smile of pure joy. then he knelt down in front of Cersei and kissed her on the forehead. "What shall we name him" she asked, Robert thought for a moment. "Roland" he suggested. Cersei thought for a moment and smiled "Roland will do nicely" she agreed. And so it was 'Roland Baratheon the first of his name, second son of King Robert Baratheon, prince of the seven kingdoms.

Years went by, and Roland became and older brother to Myrcella and Tommen. As the years rolled by, it became clear that Joffrey and Roland couldn't be more different. Though both brothers were handsome as well as tall and strong for their ages. Roland was muscular, with dark features, but at the same time he was kind, mature, and cunning. Joffrey on the other hand was lean and fair. But he was also cruel, arrogant and idiotic at times. Despite being given lessons, he was unskilled with a blade but he excelled with a crossbow. Joffrey constantly bullied Tommen and Myrcella while Roland did his best to shield them from his mood swings.

Roland had two animal companions throughout his life. A black stallion named Bane and a dog named Shadow. Bane had been a gift from his uncle Renly on his eighth nameday, and Shadow was a black puppy he found on the street. He personally took care of both of them, feeding them and training them. Shadow in particular became Roland constant companion, following him wherever he went. Shadow even had a spot specially made beside Roland's bed.

Roland's relationship with his father was very close. When he became old enough, Robert would take Roland on his many hunting trips and would even spar with him on occasion. This show of affection earned Roland the jealousy of Joffrey and eventually his hatred. Unlike Tommen and Myrcella, Roland was never afraid of Joffrey and none of his taunts seem to bother him.

From the balcony, Cersei watched as a ten year old Roland sparred with Ser Barristan Selmy. Beside her, Jamie and Tyrion also watched as Roland held his own against legendary kingsgaurd. Roland was drenched in sweat but had a grin on his face as he continued to spar. Nearby was Shadow Sitting as still as a statue watching his master.

"That boy was born to wield a sword" Jaime commented. Even Cersei had to agree Roland would make a great warrior one day. "His mind is as sharp as his swordplay as well" added Tyrion. Cersei glared at him but knew he had the right of it. Roland was becoming exceptionally brilliant. When he wasn't practicing his swordplay Cersei would often find him with his nose in a book. She contemplated both of those things. 'The physical power of a Baratheon, with the cunning of a Lannister, what a combination'.

Cersei noticed movement on the far end of the sparring arena and saw Joffrey standing there. He was staring at his younger brother with the look of pure envy on his face. Joffrey didn't care much for Roland she knew. At first she just dismissed it as sibling rivalry, but as the two boys grew older it seemed that their differences would permanently separate them. Cersei often worried about her eldest children. She knew that one day the two would come to blows. It was only a matter of when.

Cersei soon learned that Jon Arryn was snooping around. She knew that he would eventually discover the truth about Joffrey, Tommen and Myrcella. Cersei realized that Roland may one day become her only lifeline if it ever happened. Regardless Cersei remained calm and knew that the moment he slips up he will meet a unexpected fate.