Novel & Cerita Robert Baratheon Young

He had a wide, square jaw and a bald face and head making him look much more youthful then he really was. The High Lord looked Boro up and down, taking in the young man and gave him a slight frown. "Hello Sir, you are late." the high lord said calmly. "I was expecting someone more... mature" He told Boro, not saying this as an insult but as a point of fact. "You and every other lord or lady it seems." he mumbled before continuing on.

he commanded, voice dark as iron. The figure straightened, producing a small scroll from beneath his cloak. “The princes….,” he began cautiously, “are approaching their sixteenth birthdays. There is talk of a celebration, as is custom when they reach this age.” Lyanna pressed her small ears against the wall, straining to hear, but the words were distant, muted by stone and space. When she realized she could hear nothing more, she stepped back, the last of hope and longing retreating with each careful step.

his voice was heavy and loud, “when I met you, I didn’t expect this. I never imagined you'd stand beside me. But you came into my bleak world and lit it up. You became the peace and happiness I never even knew I had. You may have been my son’s ex-wife by law, but now, I love you more than words can say. And I can’t let you go.” I couldn't breathe. My heart exploded. He looked at me with wet eyes. “Sansa Vale, will you marry me?” Time nearly froze, I couldn't couldn't think. I couldn't speak. “These old knees came stay down for so long," he mumbled as he continued to look up at me. That's when I yelled out. “Yes! yes, I will marry you!” I nodded and rushed into his arms and he twirled me arou

He yelled angrily with tears before he stormed out. Everyone watched, but the moment Alessandro turned to them, they immediately shifted their gaze. His brother has always been like that since he was a child, he remembered the first time he got shot, he was just a teenager then and Tyrion was only a child. He had gotten entangled in a sudden shooting spree the night he went in a business deal with his mother. Nobody was expecting the Lorraines to stab them at the back. He knew that if his mother had had the slightest clue about that he wouldn't have brought him along.

“That’s impossible, right? If he was your father’s son, don’t you think your father would have said something about it?” His eyes fluttered. “Robb had a lot of secrets, many of which he carried to the grave. I have thought and thought about it for the past few weeks. I thought back to when we were little, and I thought of us as adults. Until a few years ago, Robb preferred Elliott. He treated him like a son and loved him more than his children. That was where I missed it. He didn’t treat Elliott like his son. Elliott was his son.”

Horses around weigh in fright as they hear his footsteps. "My king" A young voice called out with a surprised tone as he stared at the stunning king wondering what he wanted in a stable so late at night. Robert turned in the direction the voice came from. Standing before him was a young boy, probably 17 or 18, his head bowed down in respect. Gazing around, Robert fixed his gaze on the young boy, "I need my second horse right now" he ordered.

Taryn looked at each face while the lords continued arguing until one of them, Lord Taront, spoke. “If I may, Your Majesty,” the Lord stood up “we are in a moment of peace, I believe that the alliance with another kingdom could be to our advantage.” Lord Taront was the youngest of them all, he had become lord at the age of five. After his entire family was exterminated during one of the lords’ rebellions against his uncle’s usurper. An extraordinary and brilliant mind rewarded young age. Taryn was sure that Taront was worth more than all the other Lords together, but that also made him extremely dangerous.

'I could really get used to this, maybe i should forget knighthood an dethrone one of these Kings' It was better than running from the Dornish, better than the life that he just came from. Back in Dragon Isle Altar lived like the child that he was. He was eleven at the time, and hung out with his three best friends: Kyley Gray, Karl Smith and Coza Flame. He was the youngest of their little circle, Kyley was twelve, Karl was thirteen and so was Coza.

'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.

"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