Young Robert Baratheon Novels & Stories

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.

In fact, I didn’t want to know what his shit-eating grin could mean. “Well, Gabe gave him Xenia as a gift since she’s part of the guild who killed Myrcella, the little girl who used to call him big brother,” he says, and the grin drops from his face. “And since he couldn’t kill you himself, Gabe gave him the second best option.” “What does that…I don’t understand-”

I purred. Her eyes lit up, "Caden you know just what makes me happy. I'll be quick," she says making her way toward the pack house and I couldn't help but smile. As I made my way out of the crowd to a quieter section near the edge of the ceremony grounds, my eyes caught what was unbelievable. I saw Tyrion, Alpha Bastian's son, on his knees behind a cluster of bushes. His head was bobbing rhythmically as he eagerly worked his mouth over the hard length of a boy from what looked like Firstfell pack.

I know we haven't quarreled once, nor has he bullied me for once, but this was weird. “Prince Kelvin!!” I bit my bottom lip. “Is what Tyrion guessing the truth? I didn't inhale that scent from him, yet he claimed to be the one I had a one-night stand with. The one-night-stand guy is the one that saved me in the woods and I almost caught at the restroom….but I'm not sure if he's the one providing for me since Prince Kelvin claims to be the one-night-stand guy and the one providing for me.” I exhaled a deep breath. Even though I hate Tyrion, I would take his advice this time by being cautious when it comes to Prince Kelvin.

Her eyes glowed with a fierce determination as she unleashed a powerful wave of lunar energy towards Baratheon. Caught off guard by Rey's unexpected attack, Baratheon staggered back, momentarily disoriented. It was the opening Rey needed. She seized the opportunity and pressed her advantage, launching a relentless assault fueled by her newfound power. But just as victory seemed within reach, Baratheon swiftly recovered, retaliating with a devastating counterattack. Rey's defenses crumbled under his onslaught, and with a single strike, he sent her crashing to the ground. Rey lay there, gasping for breath, her body battered and bruised as Orion was quickly dispatched. Baratheon towered above h

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.”

damn them all. Queen Ysabel smiled a crooked smile, clapping her gloved hands together, “Wonderful! With that out of the way, here's what I want you to do, milord... I want you to–” . . . “My name is Jin Bathory C. Sanscroft, youngest son of Sir Edward the Sword of Steel and heir to House Sans, Your Highness.” The Princess kept her lips frozen in a practiced smile; the teacup clenched tightly by her gloved hand so much so that the handle was bound to crack into two within her unrelenting grip any second now.

“But how do you know?” The commander took one folder and opened it. “I’ve asked the maids of that mansion myself to describe the young man. Then I looked at the details where that child had registered in the competition.” He rotated the folder and slid it forward to Tristan. “A swordsman from Frostwood—blue eyes like the ocean, hair as black as a crow, skin as light as snow… no parents, and only raised by House Doran. And we’ve known that Chief Gregor Doran and his wife, Sarah Doran only had one son, Robert… I’m telling you; this child is fostered.”

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.

I lowered my head and tried to walk past him. He grabbed my wrist and squeezed it hard. "You offended me, and offending a royal is punished by death!" he roared, his eyes burning red. I gasped. This man was strong and definitely had alpha blood running in his veins. He called himself "royal" which was why I guessed that the man whose fingers tightened around my wrist was Ragnar Venard, Tyrion's uncle. Shit. "I don't think I did anything to offend you," I said, looking straight into his flaring eyes.