Game Of Thrones Baratheon Novels & Stories

He was the most mischievous of the five Baratheons brothers and the most reckless so it was no surprise he was the one who would have the courage to steal the De Lucas family goods while Alessandro rules. Ever since Alessandro took over from his father, the Baratheons have not dared to cross path with him as he was known with the 'mess with me and die' image. It was like the Baratheons took a break from their shenanigans, but it was no surprise that Houston would want to stir up drama. "I will give you ten seconds." Alessandro threatened as he took out his loaded gun and corked it ready to shot. "Woah! Woah! I was just trying to do something fun here, you don't have to get all serious about

Two days later, just as dawn’s pale light filtered through the stained-glass windows of my war room, Serian arrived—dragging a man behind him like a hunter bringing in a wolf caught in steel traps. The baron from the North. Baron Elthar Valcian. Once wrapped in silks and noble colors, now he was bloodied and half-conscious, his silver hair matted with sweat and crimson. His fine robes were torn, soaked through with dirt and dried magic residue. Serian threw him forward without ceremony, letting him collapse at the base of my throne. The other nobles gathered along the walls didn’t dare speak. Only the sound of Baron Elthar’s ragged breathing filled the room.

“King Dreg.” A noble squire bowed in respect. Dreg nodded and shook his hand firmly. “ Your accent doesn’t sound like you’re from the East.” Egret patted the squire on his back. “His name is Leon Pujet, he is the third son of the royal family in the Southern Kingdom of Ghenu.” “So you are the groom of tomorrow....” Dreg stated bluntly. Leon nodded with a slight smirk, his brown eyes assessing the stoic and dominating form of Dreg. “I have just obtained the rank of squire so it was time for my marriage to be arranged.”

"She's being questioned, as we speak." "Oh, I know,"he said calmly ,stepping closer. "Lately my wife has been quite unwell." I couldn't look away. Something about him was wrong. Not violent. Not unhinged. But ominous. Controlled and venomous. "May I ask your name?" I said carefully. "Lord Thorne," he replied. "Baron of Northmere." Northmere. Cerelith's voice echoed in my memory—"she married some land baron. Old.wealthy"

, I said to myself, tapping my forehead in anger. Yes, it started with something like a Don, but the end of the name sounded like something I had heard on a TV show somewhere. I tried remembering the TV show, it was a very popular TV show, something about games and thrones - Game of Thrones, that was it. His name sounded like one of the characters, the queen with the blonde or rather white hair, Danearys. I tried to combine the two pieces of information in my head and then it struck - Donaerys. That was his name, Donaerys.

If we ever found ourselves on opposing sides of a conflict, he wouldn't think twice about crushing me. The four kings and their heirs occupy the rest of the chairs: Pakstan of the North with Pharaoah, Theo of the South with Thorn, River of the East, and me, and lastly, Nathan of the fuckin' West with his second son, Elliot. The latter gives me a scowl, and I return it without blinking. He is a little younger than father in age, but he is still tall, and his grey eyes are exceedingly penetrating. Without sure, he is the one who proposed Bella be wed to one of his kids, who are more repulsive than he is.

Matteo Romano. He rose from the shadowed corner, towering, broad-shouldered, his black suit tailored with the precision of a king in exile. His face was carved in lines of command: sharp jaw, straight nose, lips that could give orders like death sentences. But it was his eyes that froze the blood in her veins. obsidian, fathomless and unreadable. Il Re di Ferro. The Blood King. Whispers rippled through the hall like wind through dry leaves. No one expected him here. No one dared to speak his name too loudly.

Entering the living area a little while later, they found Jaime, Ace, Kass, Marcus,Royd Grace, Lydia, and Sansa. The smell of Onyx and Tasha’s combined scents seemed to hit everyone at once, because they were all smiling—even Sansa, despite that it was fake.

"Pylos, read it to him." "Your Grace." The maester took up one of the parchments and cleared his throat. "All men know me for the trueborn son of Steffon Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End, by his lady wife Cassana of House Estermont. I declare upon the honor of my House that my beloved brother Robert, our late king, left no trueborn issue of his body, the boy Joffrey, the boy Tommen, and the girl Myrcella being abominations born of incest between Cersei Lannister and her brother Jaime the Kingslayer. By right of birth and blood, I do this day lay claim to the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. Let all true men declare their loyalty. Done in the Light of the Lord, under the sign and

"Pylos, read it to him." "Your Grace." The maester took up one of the parchments and cleared his throat. "All men know me for the trueborn son of Steffon Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End, by his lady wife Cassana of House Estermont. I declare upon the honor of my House that my beloved brother Robert, our late king, left no trueborn issue of his body, the boy Joffrey, the boy Tommen, and the girl Myrcella being abominations born of incest between Cersei Lannister and her brother Jaime the Kingslayer. By right of birth and blood, I do this day lay claim to the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. Let all true men declare their loyalty. Done in the Light of the Lord, under the sign and