House Baratheon Family Tree Novels & Stories

"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

“Your years prevent another. The time has come to discuss succession.” “And who would you see wear my mantle?” my father asked. His voice was still firm, though his knuckles whitened against the chair arm. Elder Jorah leaned in, thin lips curling. “There are Alphas ready to claim the chance. Young. Strong. Ambitious. Darius Blackthorn of Silverfang—his lineage is unbroken, his victories already spoken of. He would be a fitting heir.” The name burned in my ears. “Darius Blackthorn?” I burst out before I could stop myself. My voice rang louder than intended, slicing into the silence.

Robb insisted, now wanting to put an end to this talk. “But you never told me the truth. You never told me George was not my father. And you never told me who my father was. You never told me I was your son. You let me and the entire kingdom believe the only sons you had were Xavier and Edward, but I was your son. The one you hid away and treated like some filth or abomination. Unworthy to be seen around you.” “Elliott, that isn’t true,” Robb began to speak but Elliott didn’t let him.

"I have to make things right. I know I've never lied to my parents, but I'll have to lie. I'll tell him my marriage with Dylan is over. I'll prove to him that I'll never turn my back on my own home..." "It's too late for that," Leah yelled. "Why?" "Because your father is dead, Scarlett!" Leah's voice carried enough intensity to shake the room. The words echoed eerily in Scarlett's ears. She staggered backwards, her knees growing weak. "What?" she whispered. Leah sighed and looked away. "King Eddard is dead. He died of a heart attack a week ago. And your mother, Queen Katherine, collapsed and is in a coma. The kingdom has no ruler as we speak."

she said. He went very still. She held the register. "The founding agreement between the Vael bloodline and the human community," she said. "One of the twelve council members who signed it " "Was from my mother's line," he said. "Yes," she said. The reading room was completely quiet. She looked at him. "Caspian," she said. "Your mother was human." He held the page for a long moment. "Yes," he said. "And her family," she said. "Nine hundred years ago."

Stone said, and just like that, he let my apology stand. “You’re right.” I took a breath to steady myself. There was no easy way to say something so absurd, so I went straight to it. “I am the heir of Anar Kareth and Cormac Oakrend.” I didn’t give them time to absorb it. “Beta Stronghold was right to suspect the elves for the death of my ancestors. Vaerion Kareth, Anar’s brother, poisoned them and used his magic to kill them.” “What?” Melanie exclaimed. “How?” Stone asked at the same time.

I mean, they had stayed on their knees until the king told them to get up. “Yes.” The beta said with me stopping where I was. I had seen the family tree. The tree had so many branches but I tried to recall the last names on it. The king had two brothers, who according to the rumors were deceased. “Come on.” The voice called as I jumped up and rushed to him and then it clicked.

“I have heard that once or twice, but you still aren’t, ” ​“The legends are completely true, Mom. Edemas really did get two kids to safety before the murders happened. They passed those genes down through the generations. The current royal family has been hunting and executing any child born from those heirs. That is exactly who Lyanna is,” I said, gesturing back toward the building. ​Mom went still, looking back and forth between Dad and me. “What is it you’re telling me?”

Alessandro asked with this Stoic expression. "Chill De Luca. I thought this is part of the game, my family takes your goods anytime we feel like and your family do absolutely nothing about it." Houston replied with a crazy smile on his face. He was the last child and has always been known as Houston the crazy one. 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.

It is with compassion and worry for both his wife and unborn child. If his enemies could hear his current tone of voice, they would all be shocked to death. His voice now is soft and caring, as if caressing and soothing the discomfort his partner is having. He is King Eddard, the great noble of House Romania, the remaining pure-blooded vampire King, and the Symbol of the Blood Oath of the Southern Covenant. Where he stands, the earth shatters. Where he walks, so does the river of blood. Where he points his sword, wailing widows appear.