Robert Baratheon Young 소설 & 이야기

I'm sure he will choose Kiah who has been longing to meet with him. Outside the palace, miles away from there, I got seated on the ground, sobbing like never before while taking out the bottle of drinks I had. Today was my birthday. I graduated from highschool and lost the scholarship I would have entered college with….and now that I found my mate, I got rejected as well. I will forever hate Tyrion for ruining my life. He wouldn't choose me again either if given a chance, and he must be happy seeing what my life turned into.

"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

he pushed me towards his brown colour settee,pushing me down by my shoulder. “Mr Young…” “Not another word, Or You will get extra assignments” He threatened menacingly, his brow raised a little as if he was daring me to refuse. I remained mute. “I thought so. I'll make you some porridge.” he left and walked back to his kitchen rolling up the sleeve of his shirt to his elbows. He puts on an apron and then starts chopping carrots, little did he know that he was putting on a show for me. ***** “This tastes amazing Mr Young, thank you for making this.” I scooped up the last bite and gulped down the warm glass of water.

"Mr. Farrow! They said you were rotting in some cell! How did you get out?!" I shrugged. "Well, I punched the wall and howl to the moon, until they couldn't' take me anymore." He roared with laughter and then barked orders - "Move the VIP table! Bring the '45 Cabernet! Fetch the pianist! Run! Run! Run!" His voice reminded me of the old days. He was the youngest Gamma in the history of White Walkers Pack. Somehow, it felt like another life. The girl slid into the velvet booth like a feral thing, hands already clawing at bread rolls. She ate like she was gutting prey: butter smeared on wrists, napkins shredded.

"This Mr. Targary doesn't have a mustache. He's neither in his forties nor fifties. He looks very young, just like... just like you." Young? But the conspiracy from over ten years ago couldn't possibly involve a Targary who was as young as me. I squinted, asking, "Are you saying he is a young man? Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?" "Yes, Mr. Morris. I can assure you, Mr. Targary is very young and handsome. His companion also looks very beautiful." "Companion?" I immediately caught the additional information in Anna's words. "Did his companion register a name?"

"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

David must have had an iron will even as a young boy, eleven or twelve, to hide something that intense so completely that even his father and brother never suspected. I reached into the envelope and pulled out three photos. One showed a tiny newborn, clearly Lyanna. The resemblance was obvious even at that age. It looked like it had been taken within an hour of her birth. The other two were of her with her mother. In the first, she was still sweaty from labor but beaming as she held the baby to her chest. Lyanna reached out and traced a finger across the photo, letting it linger on her mother’s cheek. I glanced over and saw tears gathering in her eyes.

"Most of them are from before I took the throne. When I was still fighting my way through the ranks." "How old were you? When you became... this?" "This?" He sat on the edge of the bed, close enough to touch but not touching. "You mean when I became a monster?" "That's not what I" "I was seventeen when I challenged for leadership of the rogues." His eyes were distant now, remembering. "Barely more than a boy. But I was angry enough, vicious enough, to win." Seventeen. The same age I'd been when I first met Seth. When I'd fallen in love with gentle smiles and soft touches and the promise of a safe future.

Third Person’s POV “Call the late Beta’s son to my private quarters.” “Yes Sir,” the servant bowed and hurried out of the throne room to fetch the mentioned lad. “Your Highness,” an exotic looking, violet eyed, 18 year old young boy bowed in front of the Dark Overlord. “Zeke,” the Dark Overlord rumbled. “I have a task for you,” he mentioned the purpose of summoning the young lad. “Your Majesty, I am honored that you thought of me but I am still in mourning for my father’s sudden demise,” the insanely good looking werewolf replied.

King Arion nodded, now addressing everyone, just as unaware that they narrowly avoided having a murder happening so early in the morning, “Sir Edward Sanscroft and I had spoken of this in length many years before, he told me that his son is chosen to be his heir–” “Oh, but isn’t that boy only seventeen?” Queen Ysabel suddenly interrupted, her naturally loud voice easily overtaking her husband’s, “Poor thing… does young Jin Sanscroft really have to shoulder the burden of being their House’s Lord and as a knight, milord? What of Lord Stefan? He is already a grown man, is five years older and surely has more than experience the boy–Lord Stefan may be more capable than this chosen heir, so to sp