Robert Baratheon Young Novels & Stories

This is the only trace that he has and when this painting is gone, it felt like his existence will vanish too. "The little boy in that portrait is the first born of the King and Queen. To answer your question. He is well and alive, as a matter of fact. Averi is the Knight Commander of Arryn. He works in the defense section of Arryn and he never disappoints his Queen and his crown prince." My eyebrow shot up. My mind are now clouded with hundreds of question.

“Sure, he’s rough around the edges and is too trusting. Sometimes, he does the stupidest shit. But overall, he’s a good person. That said, I have got to admit that he hadn’t had many interactions with children.” “I thought Kings are supposed to be kissing babies and stuff,” I reply. Now that I think of it, I’ve never seen Theon with a pup, not even Kellin’s ones who keep running everywhere in the castle as soon as their parents give them the green light. “Not our one. Kids were always a grey area for him,” Kellin admits. “He was the youngest of his family and the youngest of his peers in university. But from what I’d seen from the few interactions he did have, he’s gonna be a good one. Just

“Mr. and Mrs. Redborne… I know this is sudden, but I would like to ask for your permission. I want to get engaged to Liliana as soon as possible. And when we come of age, I will marry her.” The table fell silent. Matthias’s eyes widened, fatherly instinct surging. “You’re both children. This is far too early to talk about engagement or marriage.” Shaina placed a hand on Matthias’s arm, equally stunned but trying to stay composed. “We support Liliana’s happiness, but… this is very sudden. You’re both so young.” Liliana pouted, still holding Clementine’s hand. “Mommy, Daddy… you promised to support my decisions.”

Robert said while crying. “He is torturing me again,” said Robert. Apart from his age of thirty-four, Robert still looked young and as fresh as always. “Can you recall what you did to him that made him tortured you?” asked Keatton. “N-Not at all,” Robert shook his head. “For eighteen years that I have been with him, the first two years of it were my rebellious days of him. and the rest, I came conforming to him. and allowed Robert to do whatever he wants in my body,” Robert’s eyes were bloodshot red.

asked as Chantal’s excitement could not be contained. He stares at him in both worries, hate, and longing as his younger brother is dwelling on the path he should not be. Yet is a force to do so for the thought and manipulation that he needed to heed, for the fact and the past he could not undo and needed to play along, of his once death. “Heir and young master of the land of Isles, Young Barron John Karlo.”

I said with a chuckle as he banged the door after him. If he continues to grow more impulse as he ages, I wouldn't fret if Robert is chosen as the next head of the Greyjoy and a bold wife would be chosen to bring him out of his timid shell. It marvels me today he is the only one except Archie who I relate closely with. "You are in a lot of trouble Archie." I said as he pouted cutely at me as his bright, bold green eyes stared at me with love and praise.

“The ex-lover was also less blinkered that Lena's mother was bearing twins, and Lena was the second, so she left the hospital….but conceived Lena at midnight.” The young man was stunned to hear that. “He wrote down everything on the letter and kept it as if he knew he would die.” Tyrion chuckled and dipped his palms into his pockets. “When he found out that his son was still alive, he didn't want to risk the child's fate, so he secretly funded the human lady to care for his son until the day he died. He must have wished to tell Lena everything.”

I asked curiously. "Nope. Mother was awfully quiet about it. She didn't even tell me when she was dying; I was fifteen at the time. Nonetheless, I couldn't say that I had an unhappy childhood. My mom was close with Tyrion's mother, and at one point people started to consider me the second prince." He gave me a cocky smirk. Both sides of my lips curled up upon hearing it. "It must have been nice to grow up with your best friend." He snorted. "Yup. Except for the times when he turned into an arrogant asshole."

“You’re not wrong. His build… well, let’s just say he was about the same size as one of your boyfriends—Shawn.” Leon’s mind blanked for a split second before his face erupted in heat. “I—” His ears burned, and a faint red crawled up his cheeks. He cleared his throat, forcing himself to stay composed, trying to change the topic back to Vander alone. “So, it was about his appearance?” Robert shook his head slightly, his gaze turning thoughtful. “No. It was because of his age.” “His age?” Leon blinked. “He… was too old?” A faint, nostalgic smile played on Robert’s lips. “On the contrary, he was young. Much younger than anyone who had ever held power—whether as a boss or a high-ranking figure—at

Sebastian followed Bartholomew into the house and immediately saw a young man of about 16 or 17 years old. He was grinning foolishly at Sebastian. There was something discomfiting about his smile, although Sebastian couldn't explain what it was about it. There was something strange about it. Lyanna glanced coldly at the young man and said impassively, "He won't live past the end of the year." Both Sebastian and Bartholomew turned to look at her.