The second born and trueborn son of Cersei Lannister and Robert Baratheon, Morgan is born into the legacy of two great houses. After being named Tywin's heir, Morgan sets to create a legacy that will rival that of the Targaryen's. A kingdom united u...
Morgan marched down the corridors of the castle, his destination being his mother's chambers. As he walked people parted, noticing his angered expression they knew better than to meet the fierce glare of Morgan Baratheon who was known for his toxic bite. As he reached her chambers the standing guards jumped out of his way, pushing the doors he met his mothers figure standing at the terrace overlooking the keep gardens. The only decent place in this shithole.
" The North? He's dragging us to the fucking north?!"
" Language" Cersei reprimanded softly, remaining at her place. Noticing she was not going to move, he stalked towards her standing at the rail facing her.
" Can't he go by himself? It's bad enough he wants his lapdog to be Hand, now he's dragging us to this wasteland."
Meeting his gaze, she smiled softly " There is little we can do, the matter is closed." Morgan rolled his eyes, as he grew older the more his father became more and more unbearable. Cersei turned to return back to her chamber, walking to her wine decanter she refilled her glass and poured the second for Morgan.
" Your father will want to combine the houses"
" Anything to get closer to his precious dead whore"
" Question is who." Cersei chuckled and shook her head
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" Joffrey... I lost his favour when I fought to go Casterly rock," Morgan was angry about the whole situation the Stark's were by far his least favourite house, part of it had to do with Lyanna Stark. The woman who ruined his parent's marriage, Roberts inability to get over the Stark girl meant he could never really give his marriage a chance; his obsession was by far gone too far. Now, he wanted to drag his mother North to her homeland and embarrass her further. Sitting down he spent the evening drinking with his mother, later they were joined by his uncle Jaime who had finished his duty.
One month, one month later the party arrived at Winterfell, just like Morgan presumed the north was a dreary and dull land. The pastures were a lifeless green and the sky seemed to be permanently grey. They rode through the gates with Joffrey leading the procession. As they entered the courtyard, Morgan's gaze immediately went towards the gathered people who by his guess was the Stark family, behind stood a tall structure, their own little castle. Feeling eyes on him he looked down spotting a red-headed girl throwing shy glances at him, an older male looked between the two and glared his way; keeping his face stoic Morgan looked away as his father rode in on the poor horse that had suffered the past month under his weight. The assembled party fell into a bow, Lord Stark expression utterly shocked. Ha, I supposed he thought his friend to be the same as Morgan thought. Dismounting his horse, he walked towards the carriage that had just come to a stop. Opening the door, he held his hand out as his younger sister timidly walked down the small steps, Tommen following his tiny hand clutched in his big sister's hand. Lastly, Morgan looked into the carriage noticing his mother take a deep breath and schooling her expression, clutching her fur tighter she held Morgan's offered hand and stepped out.
