Robert Baratheon Meme 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

, 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.

"Say that again," Demi said. "From the beginning." "I already said it twice." "You said it at your speed, which is faster than most people's thinking speed." Demi sat cross-legged on her bed, both hands wrapped around a mug gone cold, eyes fixed on Nora with the focused stillness of someone managing something large. "The crown prince of the Vael bloodline asked you to be his fake fiancée." "Anchor. The legal term is anchor." "I understand the legal term. I'm using the human one because I need to process this in a language my brain actually speaks." She set the mug down carefully. "And you signed it."

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.

Robert mustered his last strength and said to him. “That is never going to happen because I will take him out so soon, and I will reign and rule over this kingdom without any opponent.” Lucas mumbled out with his back facing Robert, while Baron musk stood afar with his fist clenched and mouth twitched. Baron musk smile slowly and nods his head like a lizard taking an afternoon nap. Robert smiles at his brother words and his corner of eyes staring at Baron musk whom he is sure that he must have overheard their words and is probably boiling like a stream of water being pour in a pot and placed on a high heat.

'No, this is real,' he exclaimed. Yes, I plan to make my intentions known in the forest. I feel something for her. Is she the chosen one from the bloodline to be my queen? Queen of the Iron Throne? He strolled past the maid quarters and into the royal Court, exchanging pleasantries with his council. The man holds out a white sheet of paper written in black. Kohl nods and accepts it. "Awesome," he says after reviewing the names on the list.

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.

Once the alcohol got to their heads, they started to talk about internet memes. A staff member of the military command showed up at the door. After much hesitation, the staff member saluted the three leaders with respect before approaching Draco for a few hushed words. Draco narrowed his eyes and soon scowled in rage. “Thud!” He slammed his palm on the table and yelled furiously, “Goddamnit, Magnus is just looking for trouble. Trust me when I say I’ll make my men destroy the Viper’s Den in Westeros.” “What happened?”

"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