King Baratheon Novels & Stories

His elder son was absent, Daerason noticed. "And these are my trusted Lieutenants, Lianna Swallow," he introduced a young girl with orange hair, "Jewell Sparrow," Jewell was a man with blonde hair and a scar over his cheek, "Xavier Crane, and Amanda Winfield" "A please to meet you all" said the King, "Im sure you all know who we are" "Oh we do" said Lord Isiah drinking his wine, "So to what do i owe this visit?" "The Dornish need your aid" said Dorian

Shaking my head to snap out of those thoughts, I take a deep breath to gather courage and finally call him in a loud tone, "Eren!" He pants out loud as he does one last squat and takes away the bar from his shoulders to place it down in front of his feet. Then he looks back a little just to see who is calling him. A small smile appears on his lips as he sees that I'm the person. He next focuses his gaze on his front. And we go for another round. "You don't know how to knock at doors?" He teases while getting up, his large back still facing me and then he grabs the fresh white towel which was hanging on the wooden chair beside him.

Oh this bastard, he made me almost lost my heartbeats. Actually, I don't mind being in this moment, it's just that the problem is the fact that I haven't showered in days and I'm sure I must look terrible right now. For a moment we let this silence continue, creating various questions in my mind why Arthur was acting this melancholy. “You alright?” I ventured to ask him. He didn’t answer. His eyes stare at mine, His two eyes flashed a shady and piercing gaze which made me not move from my position who was also looking at him.

“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.

, I fired back. From the two sons, that the king had, Barrett was the useless man, his power was not as powerful as his brother, Cade. He had nothing of his own, he had no mansion or not a single strong spirit by his side. He was a dog who had no shelter of his own, either he stayed at his father’s house or at his brother’s house. But I guess, not everyone was born as a leader, some people were born as a follower and a loser, just like him.

"What do you mean?" "Averi Mortala is the first born prince. He is male and that automatically grants him a birth right to rule this kingdom... he is acknowledge as the crown prince of Arryn until the King died when he is seven or eight? I am not sure but at the very same year. He adbdicate the throne to Orius, his younger brother though for me, he is the perfect cut for the title." Malik smiled at me. He rested his arm above my shoulder, "If he didn't abdicate the throne. It was him who is going to be your husband and not Orius."

he turned to his men and signaled them to get me. I shook my head. “Hear me out please…” I screamed, but the men grabbed me up. “It was Kiah who ordered me to not show up…” I added, but it seemed I was talking to myself. The men dragged me past Tyrion, who couldn't even lift his face to glance at me, but I noticed a liquid rush down his cheeks, and he wiped them off instantly. Why are they doing this even after Prince Kelvin showed up as my boyfriend? Is it because he's far from me? I can't even reach him for my rescue, then how will he know about all these?

"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

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.

Jason's gaze travelled over Claude's clothing, a tiny scowl on his face, but he remained silent in front of everyone. With a sigh of relief, Claude exhaled deeply. Jason isn't generally a good manager, so the fact that he hasn't publicly chastised Claude suggests he's had a lucky day. Jason gave him the moniker "Jamie." A male model may or may not wear underwear, but he must have a moniker so that others will notice that he is not average.