Novel & Cerita Robert Baratheon Family Tree

There was only so much I could do on my own. Mom simply stared at me, clucking her tongue sharply in frustration. "You need to be the daughter he needs, Charlene. You need to care for the kingdom. This ball is an important event, with your father choosing Theon of Westerfell as our Beta." Theon of Westerfell… I had heard that title going around, binding him to the city since he had no memory of his past… I sighed heavily and nodded. "Yes, mother, you are right." I said, not wanting to argue.

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.

“Ledgers, names, symbols. All the noble bloodlines that tie back to the Old Order. And look—every one of them crossed out. Dead. Missing. Silenced.” I leaned in. It wasn’t just old names. It was a list of families with ancient magic in their veins. The Songcasters. The Ironborn. The ones who could challenge Magnus if they had united. “They’re all gone,” Cato said. “Wiped out quietly. And the ones left?” I turned the page, only three names weren’t crossed out. Mine, my daughter and Kael. My stomach dropped. “This is a war against blood,” I whispered. “He’s not just taking the throne. He’s erasing the truth of who should hold it.”

I whispered, soothing her tears. You know perfectly well who I am, Vienna, for we are cut from the same cloth. My blood courses through your veins and the thoughts in my mind are mirrored in yours. That’s why I love you, even though I never loved your mother; you remind me of myself. But in the end, it won’t be you sitting on my throne. It will be Cercei, my firstborn, the child of the woman I adore. She possesses a heart none of us can match, and she holds the North at her feet. Through her, my legacy will endure, and my empire will thrive. We only need to show her where she truly belongs, for she has been betting on the wrong side.

My father was Alpha Stanley’s Beta, friend, and cousin—which bring brings us to the second reason why my packmates hate me… my father wasn’t part of the Young family by blood. The Young family had served the Evans as their Betas for generations. But when Sebastian Young and Renly Evans didn’t have a child after years of marriage, they decided to adopt instead. They took in an orphan rogue they found in a forest one winter and named him Tieran Young, my father. My father was strong and he brought honor to the Young family despite being adopted. But that didn’t sit right with the rest of the pack. They viewed my father as a lowly orphan who easily rose to the ranks because of the influence of

provide you with documents or you can visit Duaples. As far as royalty on Edios is concerned; there are 6 main royal families: my family the Of Knightford, the Kestle family who descend from the branch of Lowis Kestle the big brother of Thetia, the Vassethier family, the Di Angelli family, the Of Pellerisey family and finally the Arberel family. The secondary ones are the in-laws, the descendants of nobles and bourgeois. Previously, I said that the Di Angelli family had a different status from the royal family. Coming from Hiviro, a very religious country, this family was at the head of spiritual power, it represented the middle between Man and the Divine. Thus, this family is a religious f

He demanded and who was I not to share to my wonderful brother. “It all started when we were younger, our dear dead father had announced of our sister, Hildegard getting married to the crown prince when she was of age. As you all know, I wasn’t interested at all, satisfied that father would make me the next head in the Greyjoy manor but I was wrong.” I explained. “Father betrayed you.” He replied as I nodded in response. “Father wanted to have me marry King Bethel so he could have influence at Wales.” “King Bethel? The fat bastard who had forty six wives including his sister till she killed him?” Gregory asked and I nodded.

Lena continued, “and leverage. Whispers in noble courts. Veiled threats sealed in gold wax. They forge alliances over wine and secrets. Not all of them clean. Not all of them honest. But always… binding.” Ingrid had stilled beside us now, her gaze unreadable. She said nothing, but I could tell she was listening. “House Dorne’s estate is in the southern reaches,” Lena added, quieter now, the words threading through the falling snow. “Where winters are gentler and loyalty is sold in handshakes instead of blood. They have ties to a dozen noble families—maybe more—through marriage, trade, and magical treaties. But their oldest, most enduring alliance…” She gave a meaningful pause, eyes narrowing