The Kingdom

Becoming a lion

Morgan earned his name. From a young age, the days he could comprehend the world, MOrgan knew he would forge his own name. He would not be ' Morgan Baratheon of... grandson of... nephew of...' no Morgan would bare his own titles. The day came when Morgan earned his first title; at the tender age of nine.

From when he could read Morgan knew he came from a legacy; his father's legacy the Great Stag to end the reign of the dragons, but it wasn't his legacy that took hold of Morgan. It was Tywin Lannisters. Since his last visit Morgan took his grandfather's advice to heart, he planned and laid out his future and it was then he realised to achieve it, he had to be a lion. Being a stag would do him no good, stags were rash and bull-headed prone to open war but lions... lions were silent predators that stalked their prey slowly and silently before going in for the kill. 

Morgan had written to his grandfather on many occasions and the boy had stated his interest in being his heir. Morgan had felt bad to start knowing he was pulling the title under his uncle's feet but it was something he was willing to overlook. Tyrion Lannister was an intellectual, probably the smartest mind in all of Westeros but he was an even bigger drunk. Tyrion allowed Tywins scorn and Cersei's hatred to hinder him, a brilliant mind wasted amount barrels of ale and cheap whores. No Morgan didn't feel bad about trying to take his uncle's place. It was for the best, Tyrion would not hold the Lannister name appropriately nor would the drunk dwarf instil fear in their enemies.

Morgan longed for a moment for his grandfather to see him as a cable heir, not a child chasing a fantasy of being a Lord. 

That moment came- The Greyjoy rebellion

Morgan had been visiting his grandfather after spending weeks on ending begging his mother and father to send him west, thus after his constant nagging, Robert gave in and so Morgan was shipped off to his grandfather. 

In the middle of the night, the Kraken had arrived burning down the Lannister's ships and disappearing into the night like the cowards they were. With half the fleet destroyed and half of the remaining taken by his grandfather heading to the heart of the fight. Morgan saw his opportunity, Casterly rock was impenetrable but that did not mean the Krakens could not do damage. His uncle Kevin had made way towards Golden Tooth to help secure the keep and push away the rebels that went ashore. So Morgan took the reigns, reaching the great hall where his aunt and army heads stood pawing over a map, Morgan strode in confidently.

" Send word and order every ship to be prepared, seises the merchant ships and have them lined up at the harbour" he ordered as he calmly stalked into the room.

The young prince's command was met by silence, "My prince we have a very important matter at hand, please my Lady, perhaps someone could see to it that the Prince is taken to safety with the other children." He dismissed the young boy.

"I am the Prince of Westeros, son to your king and grandson to the Lord you bent the knee and swore to; by a chain of command, I outrack everyone here. Dont make me repeat myself. " he spat the words out, fury filling his face. "Seize the merchant ships and have them and the rest of our fleet ready" Looking towards his lady aunt, who appeared rather pensive before slowly nodding. The hairs on the back of her neck rose at her great-nephew's dark glare and stone-cold face- her brother's face.

Reaching the table he pulled out a chair and stood, towering over the men, leaning toward the map. He then presented his strategy to the gathered party.

"Line up ten ships and await the Greyjoy fleet to approach, behind the fleet in the centre have our fastest and strongest ships with the best warriors and a reserve fleet behind."

He was met with no interruptions.

"As the ships moved forward, we drew closer splitting creating a gap big enough for the centre ships to pass through, the adjacent centre ships will encroach the sides of the Greyjoy fleet, forcing them into two groups and our reserve fleets pour in easy surround the two grouped ships"

"Send those filthy Krakens to their drowned gods" he finished.

It was simply a strategy of divide and conquer, a strategy that would place Morgan on the face of the Westorian political map. 

Shocked and impressed by the nine-year-olds plans, the men moved to work, none disputing his orders both out of awe at the boy's mind and logic and party out of fear- the boy held a striking resemblance to their liege.

The battle lasted all but ten minutes, the moment the Greyjoy ships encounter the Lannisters they were promptly sunken. Amongst the bloodied and drowning men, Merion Greyjoy was found, bound and gagged.

A week later word had reached the groups of Baratheon, Lannister and Stark men- the Greyjoys had been taken down by the nine-year-old Prince and the second oldest son was held captive. Rushing back to Casterly Rock with the Baratheon party in tow, they were met with a party of men gathered at the gates, centred little MOrgan stood, despite his small stature Morgan stood tall refusing to be dwarfed by his elders. Merion Greyjoy laid by his feet, hands nothing more than stomps and face maimed and scarred. The arrivals held expressions of shock and his father's face was grim and disgusted at the display his son had put on. But Morgan didn't care his focus was his grandfather, he cared little for his father's approval.

Tywin stalked closer to the boy who smiled gently as if it was a light summer day.

"I have defended Casterly Rock, I have made its enemies kneel- surely I am a deserving contender for your heir?"

Morgan Baratheon, The Bane of the Iron Island