King Baratheon Novels & Stories

"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."

I looked back to Nick with a smile on my face, his eyes met mine and he winked. “I’m the smitten one.” I confessed. “You’re perfect for him, and not to mention no-one has ever stood up with Richard the way you did earlier. It was also so heartwarming that fact you did it in aid of Nick as well.” “Can I ask you something?” “Of course.” “I noticed that you all refer to his name differently. Is there a reason why?” “No matter what the nickname for him, mother and father will always call him Dominic. Zack has always called him Dom as he knows it winds him up. The rest of us and anyone close call him Nick.”

He was her great grandfather. Standing up in the middle of the mess, he swepted his hands down his pant legs. Once finished he turned to the King and gave him a bowed. Turning around he bowed his head in respect to the council members in front of him. As he lifted his head, his eyes looked straight at Jezzebelle and they had rage firing in them and it was directed straight at her. Janelle was being watched by two of the royal guards, the Leigonaires. Highly trained skilled warriors with one purpose to dedicate and protect the royal family. But as the King never married, it is just him they are dedicated to. Bryon and Cassius have no problem flexing their muscles in the right direction even i

He clenches his fist into a ball, glaring down at the water. "The seas are marked by Assan, the king of the seas. He's now covered in Assan mark, blending in with the scent of the sea." I look back over at the alpha king's mate as she shifts back, slowly standing to her feet. I got what I need, they'll come for her. I walk over grabbing her by her arm, forcing her to walk, heading back.

At her hesitant nod, he asked again, “What is his name and his occupation” Taking a deep breath, Sara hesitated a little before answering him, “Edard Yoren, The king.”

He looked at me horrified and I saw the other kings shocked as well. "You dare do this to your king! " he roared with anger, clutching his hand to his chest as he took a step back in horror. He was no King. He was nothing but a child in the game of thrones. " I will kill you with my bare hands!" He couldn't even kill a mosquito, " How dare you?!" he paused as he saw the ring on the finger. My tongue and teeth worked together as I pulled the ring out and let that fat finger drop.

A throne is nowhere to be found, and the walls are elegantly displayed with dragon horns. “Well, you came, Marquis Theon,” I glanced in front of me only to meet two humans of noble birth. “Greetings, Duke Granger,” I bowed with my palm in my chest. "And His Majesty, King William Yulius. “This is Theon, the new Marquis of Weinthwoods.” Duke Granger introduced for me, “Since Marquis Don could not bear an heir, he thus passed his title down to his most trusted right hand, Theon Moriarty. He sure is intelligent and clever, and absolutely a man of honor.”

) Zakerius Togar - Zah-kee-rius Toh-Gah *This will be updated as more characters are introduced.

“Is that what this has all been about? You disrupted my wedding and kidnapped me, bringing me here so you could feel important and rub it in my face that you killed my family.” Sergio didn’t speak. “You let me believe I was nothing. Then you chained me to your side, gave me knives, maps, riddles... like I was a pawn in some twisted game.” He finally stepped forward. “You are simply here as payment for a debt owed to my family... You were never a pawn I chose.” “Then what am I?” she asked bitterly. He looked at her sadly. “You're the queen that was never meant to rise.” ************************************************** Suddenly, the manor’s alarm pierced the quiet.

At the far end of the courtyard stood an older man with a scarred face and sharp eyes, Lord Dain. He stepped forward. “You claim to be the heir?” Rael stood tall. “I am.” Dain studied him, then scoffed. “We heard rumors of a lost prince. But rumors mean nothing in war.” Rael’s gaze remained steady. “Then let me prove it.” He reached into his cloak and pulled out a pendant, the sigil of the Cavareth line, an artifact only the royal bloodline could possess. Dain’s expression shifted. He reached for the pendant, fingers brushing its surface. Then, slowly, he nodded.