Just looking at him, Cersei knew she would probably never love anything as much as she loved this baby. Not even Jamie, her twin brother, and probably the most important person in her life prior to today.
"Cersei, a name." Robert prompted gently, an unusual act from the usually loud and boisterous man. Clearly the birth of his first 'legitimate' son was enough to make Robert Baratheon act responsibly.
Pushing the thoughts of her husband away for now Cersei instead focused on the baby in her arms, who even now was still quietly staring up at her.
The sea green eyes looking more intelligent than was natural for a new born baby.
As she looked at the baby multiple names ran through her head, including names like Stefan, Joffrey, and Roland. Cersei frowned as she thought of those, none of them names seemed to fit him.
Her mind then moved to other names, ones that were from her family like Tytos, Tommen, Tybolt and Tywin. Those old family names seemed better, but she didn't want to name him after another person, her first born son deserved to have a name all of his own.
"Cersei." Robert said again, his tone turning a little harder, as his patience began to wane.
Cersei had to hide a scowl at that, not liking that she was being rushed. She was after all about to choose the name that their son would carry for the rest of his life. A name that would one day go down in history as the greatest King Westeros had ever had.
"His name..." Cersei began, her smile softening as she looked down at the baby. "His name is Tytan Baratheon."
Robert paused as he heard that, his eyes narrowing before he slowly nodded his head, reaching over as he did so and picking the baby up.
Ignoring Cersei's slight yelp of protest as he took the baby in his arms, his blue eyes locking with the baby's sea green.
"Tytan Baratheon… I suppose that's good enough for our son. What do you think then Tytan?"
In response the baby in Robert's arms suddenly started bawling, making Robert wince as he thrust the child in the direction of the midwife, a grimace passing across his face.
The child's wailing already getting on his nerves as he passed the newly named Tytan over to one of his wife's midwives. With that done, Robert then swiftly moved towards the door. "Right, well I'm off hunting!"
Cersei gave Robert a dull look at that, her eyes moving from the wailing baby to Robert in surprise and minor irritation.
The slight affection that had been building within her for her husband fading as he decided on a whim to go hunting minutes after his new-born son was born.
Robert not even meeting her gaze as he strode out of the room, the Warrior King not at all interested in dealing with wailing children, not when there were boars to hunt and whores to fuck.
As the midwives and Cersei fussed over the crying baby Tytan and the King fled the room. None of those that were present noticed how a jug of water left on a nearby table began to bubble as the baby continued crying.
….
A large cloud of mist appeared in front of Tytan Baratheon as he let out a satisfied sigh, a smile spreading across his handsome face as he surveyed the wild terrain of the North.
This was the furthest north the young prince had ever been, and he had to admit, compared the hot, sweaty and stifling atmosphere of King's Landing the North held a certain charm.
At seventeen years old, or seven and ten namedays as they called it here in Westeros, Percy, or Tytan as he now begrudgingly went by had now been considered a man for over a year now.
Not that that interested Tytan to much, as despite physically being only seventeen, mentally he was a much older even if occasionally he didn't act that way.
The last seventeen years for Tytan had been… trying to say the least. When he had first become conscious in this new world he had been a babe in arms, how this happened exactly Tytan wasn't sure, though he did think it had something to do with him leaping into the chaotic energies that below Tartarus. Such an action was sure to have had some strange consequences.
Even if those consequences were him somehow being reborn into a new world, one which was geographically completely different to his own.
Luckily though when he had been born he had retained all the memories he had previously had, plus he was somehow still a demigod, even if his powers seemed somehow diminished, his connection to the domain of the sea and the earth not being as strong as it had been on earth.
Though that could might either be down to his father not existing in this world, or it could do with the magic in this world declining.
The exact reason Tytan wasn't sure of, after all he was no scholar and the few Maesters he had spoken to did not know.
Still he retained his abilities and although not as powerful they set him far above normal men, he was stronger, faster and retained his control over the water and the earth, even if he had needed to trade raw power for refined control. What was more though was that people knew of these abilities.
Tytan when he had gone by the name of Percy Jackson, he had been reckless and bold. And Tytan, well Tytan was exactly the same person, as such he had had no shame when using his powers whenever it suited him.
Now if Tytan had been born a commoner he would likely have been accused of witchcraft and been drowned, lynched, burned alive take your pick.
Luckily though he had been born the Crown Prince, as such when he used his abilities the Maesters had proclaimed him 'Blessed by the Seven'.
They had also claimed that this was the God's way of honouring Robert for overthrowing the tyrannical Targaryens.