Chapter 191 [Vault]

Title - The Stag of Fire and Fury | Chapter 1 | Futanari MC

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[3rd POV]

She remembered dying in flames.

A house fire had claimed her life, as she had been watching an episode of Avatar the Last Airbender, and had died. Now, she was in some sort of void, infinite in size, all encompassing in expanse and senses. The woman decided that it was better than the feeling of being burnt alive, that’s for sure.

The warmth she felt was nice, far better than any sort of fire burning her alive at least.

She remembered her life so far. Her life of…well, misery. Being orphaned as a young child, forced to go through…things, things that no child should ever go through. Horrid, terrible things. The sort of things that made it so she had no semblance of a childhood, and made her mature much faster than she reasonably should have.

She remembered going through school, finding that she was quite…untalented in academics, supremely average. B’s and C’s in grades with the stray A or two. Nothing to write home about, nothing that would get her a scholarship or anything crazy in life.

So she went through life as another average joe, at least once she had gotten out of the horrible situations she had been in for most of her life. Going to college, getting a Bachelor's degree and getting a decent wage at a job, and spending her life doing the same thing every day, with only the time off being at all enjoyable to her.

She spent her time off enjoying shows and movies of all kinds, ranging from anime to fantasy. It didn’t matter what it was, she had likely watched it as long as it was even remotely enjoyable.

Her favorites were Game of Thrones, Avatar the Last Airbender, Arcane, and a handful of others. And it was Game of Thrones that she had been watching before the fire had consumed her, and it was Game of Thrones that she had heard last, as the fires consumed her entire being.

And now, now she was in this…place. It was warm, dark, and almost…constricting? She wasn’t sure how to describe it, but it was…nice. A comforting warmth around her, as she attempted to turn her head, only to find that she couldn’t really move.

‘…This sort of feels familiar, doesn’t it?’ The woman thought as she felt the warmth. It felt…familiar, like a distant memory just outside of being remembered, the sort of memory that sticks with you, even if you don’t remember it exactly.

And this feeling was exactly like that. Like a feeling deep within her bones that she had felt this before, that this warmth was not new.

‘Feels like I should know where I am, and yet I don’t. I know that I for sure died, but now I’m…here? Wherever the hell here even is’ The woman thought in confusion, wondering where in the world she was.

She wasn’t sure how long she had been in the dark comforting void, but eventually, she could feel a powerful pulling sensation, as if she was being pushed or pulled from somewhere. And boy was it not a fun feeling, as she felt a pain course through her…body? Whatever it was, she didn’t like it. As soon, her sight was blinded by a bright light, as the screams of a woman echoed in her ears, and realization hit her.

‘I-I’ve been reborn!’ She thought in shock, as she felt herself get lifted by the hands of someone much larger, remaining dead silent.

But that silence was soon gone as she began to feel the worst headache of her life, growing more and more intense as screams soon ripped from her throat, and she didn’t even hear the voices of those around her.

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”Wh-what is wrong with her?! What is wrong with my daughter!” A blonde haired woman with green eyes roared in worry, as the women around her flinched.

“She’s alright your grace, it would seem she’s just having a bit of a delayed reaction. It happens” One of the midwives replied to the blonde haired woman. This woman being the one and only…Cersei Lannister, Queen of Westeros.

Cersei hearing the words of her midwife, scowled slightly, before looking down at her daughter who’s screams began to slowly fade away, as her vibrant green eyes shuddered shut, and Cersei could only coo.

‘She might not have my hair…but this is still my child…my daughter’ Cersei thought as she gazed down at her daughter. She could already see the traits of a Lannister in her daughter, while also having the dark hair of her father.

‘…That bastard isn’t here for his own daughters birth’ Cersei thought with a small scowl, even as she was weak and exhausted, she felt anger at her husband, King Robert Baratheon. The man was off hunting, or something of the sort. She knew not, and quite frankly she didn’t care at the moment, as she kept her daughter close.

“U-Um…your grace. We should warn you-“ “Warn me of what?” Cersei cut off one of the midwives, as Pycelle, the maester that was aiding in the birth spoke up.

“Your grace, the child has been born as…different” Pycelle said, flinching at the narrowed eyes of the Queen.

“How…different?” Cersei asked with a frown.

“Your grace…she has been born as a Hermaphrodite. Meaning she has both the organs of a man, and a woman. It can be both a boon and a cu-“ “No one will know of this” Cersei cut the man off, causing him to stop.

“Pardon your grace?”

”No one will know of this. You will not tell anyone of my daughter having a cock. You will not tell anyone that she is not a woman, and should I find out that you do, I will have your tongue. Do you understand?” Cersei said, looking at the man with a cold, scathing glare. Seeing those eyes Pycelle nodded fiercely, as he remembered an older lion having a similar glare, and he knew not to bring about the fury of anyone like him.

“But what of his gr-“ “He will not know, he will hate my daughter for this…addition should he find out. I will tell him myself when the time comes, understood?” Cersei cut the man off, as he nodded, the Midwives doing the same, fearful of their fates should they do otherwise.

Before she could continue threatening them, the door slammed open, as a tall dark haired man walked in. A grin on his face.

“Where is she?! Where is my daughter!” Robert roared in excitement, as Cersei sighed, the man marching over to her and looking her over, his smile widening at the dark hair just like his.

“She’ll be a strong one, I can see it” Robert said with a small grin, looking over his daughter, before nodding.

“Cassandra. Her name will be Cassandra Baratheon, Princess of the Seven Kingdoms, and my eldest!” Robert announced, as Cersei looked down at her daughter at the name, finding that she actually didn’t mind it. It suited her, she felt, so she wouldn’t argue about this.

“As you wish, my love” Cersei said, inwardly cringing at the last two words, as all sense of love she had for the man was squashed after she realized what sort of person he was. She thought of him as some sort of dashing young knight, a good man, only to realize he was a drunkard whore loving piece of shit.

And yet he gave her the child in her arms, as much as she hated that, she couldn’t find it in herself to hate the little thing in her arms, even with her being born as…different.

‘Father will know…but I will not let him take her from me’ Cersei thought, knowing her father enough to know he would find out sooner or later, and he would want her daughter dead. But as she gazed down at the babe that nuzzled against her bare breasts, she smiled softly, and ignored Robert as he departed, likely to get drunk and fuck whores like usual. Looking down at her, she softly whispered to her daughter.

“Sleep well little Stag, Mama will watch over you”

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At the same time, the newborn Cassandra was asleep, memories not her own swirling about in her head. Memories of a young teen who had been forced to fight against her own brother, of a father who armed little for her feelings and wants. Of a princess that had hated everything, and used her blue flames to burn those that went against her.

She felt her body grow stronger, as in her dreams a bright purple liquid seemed to almost flow through her, words whispering the words “Shimmer” in her head.

Finally she watched a man with a skull mask copy styles of others with ease, mastering martial arts only to forget them. The whispers spoke of the man's title “Taskmaster” and yet, she felt as if she wouldn’t forget, as if this…gift, whatever this dream was, was meant to be better than his. No memories lost, remembering everything she sees, perfectly.

And as she slept, Cassandra Baratheon had no idea of what her birth meant. As in Volantis, the flames of the Followers of R’hllor brightened more than ever before, every single one of them showing them a single mighty picture.

A flaming stag with the mane of a lion

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That’s the end of the chapter!

So if you can’t tell, Cassandra has the powers and memories of Azula from ATLA, is strengthened by shimmer from LoL, and has the power of Taskmaster.

Love interests are Margaery Tyrell and maybe Sansa Stark as well. If not both, then it will be Margaery.

Anyways, have a good day!