Young Robert Baratheon Novels & Stories

His golden eyes locked onto his father with unyielding command. “Sebas Redborne,” Matthias’s voice boomed, deep and resonant, carrying the full weight of a true Lycan Alpha. “By my authority as Alpha of the Redborne pack, you are to be locked up in the mansion until we can determine what manipulation has clouded your mind. Guards!” Sebas’s face twisted with humiliation and fury. “You have no right to order me around, boy!” he snarled, voice cracking with rage. “I am still your father! I built this pack!”

"Aerys, I understand that I have been strict with your friends so far with your visit, but I hope you understand that your friends have strong personalities and have been fighting for their own independence their whole lives. Particularly Rhaenyx, I needed to establish a control while they are in my kingdom. However, it didn't stop her from leaving my palace without permission, even with my son." "That man is your son?" Ambrose questioned. "Indeed, Ambrose is the sole Prince of my Kingdom. He is to become King once he matures, but I'm not willing to give up my throne just yet." "Wow, Rhae really knows how to grab on to royalty," Aerys snickered. "What do you mean?"

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.

Lowell stands his ground. His white mane is soaked red at the ends. His back is hunched, but he doesn’t fall. He breathes hard, chest rising like thunder. Beside him, Theon fights too—just as tall, just as carved from something ancient. His silver fur flashes like a blade under the night sky. But he’s young. Wilder. More reckless. He roars and pushes through a group trying to flank his father. “Back up!” he shouts. “You’re surrounded—!”

He collapsed back onto the bed in an instant. The gray-robed person was utterly surprised that Draco, despite looking extremely weak, could still utter such a bone-chilling phrase. They were struck with shock. Initially, they thought that the young master's exquisite appearance was due to his upbringing in the Seldom clan, which was unlike the lord's. However, at this moment, they noticed a glint of coldness in the youth's eyes, revealing a fierce determination. If he was willing to protect someone to this extent, even if it cost his life, how similar was he to the lord himself? Fate honestly had its ways!

"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

'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.

He had pushed Edward far away and sometimes beyond the point of no return, but somehow the little devil found his way back. Things were not like that when they were little. Yes, he had always had his rage from earlier on because of how unfit he was in the eyes of his father. But he always clung to his younger brother’s words for reassurance. Edward never failed to deliver, but their relationship changed after the death of their mother. Robb had been cruel even before the death of Queen Layla.

Aside from discussing the Raiders, the major families also discussed the current younger generation. Everyone from the major families that was around 30 years old would, of course, fall under this category. Hence, omitting their seniority, three of the most extraordinary people from the younger generation would be chosen. One of the three would be, no doubt, Renly White, who was going to be the future family leader of the Whites.

“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.”