The Young Lion.

Part 1.

Jason's Pov. 

Walking through the green and peaceful forest I let a smile form on my face, it is calming in a way to spend time away from all the people and their needs. The Rock it is beautiful but I do not think there are many more things more beautiful than just this, nature itself. 

Kicking a small rock away from me I let my eyes follow it as it flies into a bush but soon my eyes widen by the pair of pitch red large eyes staring back at me and before I can even turn around or take even a small step back a loud set of growls is hear before pitch-black fur jumps out of the bushes an-

Shooting up with a deep breath I push the blanket off of my body before my eyes move around the room, still after these years that day haunts me. Not only the dream but what it did to me, to my body, my father would throw me down below in the deepest and darkest cell we have if he only knew what I truly am. My brothers would never speak to me again and call me a abomination if they knew and Cersei may even let her vile son make a rug out of me.  

Getting out of bed my feet hit the cold stone as I walk over to the balcony while a sigh leaves my lips. Walking onto it I let my hands move onto the railing as I overlook the ocean while the moon shines bright tonight and it lights up the sea as my eyes move over the many ships at Lannis Port. 

Looking around me I see no one in sight and I take a deep breath as I feel my other side wishing to be let free, but I am dangerous than I could kill my own family and not even realize it until I am me again. 

Before that day I loved to spend time with people, I loved to read with Tyrion, Jaime and I would spar as I wished to one day be even better than him and I would follow father around everywhere because I wished to be a even greater man than he is. I wished to be worthy of being a Lannister and that one day this would all be mine, and I still wish all those things but I have become more distance with my family. My siblings are always in King's Landing and me and my father are not as close as we once where, and I may be to blame for it my anger I can not keep it under control when I lose control my other side wishes to come out and I could slaughter whole villages at that moment. 

It has happened once I lost my control, I was just so angry and hurt talking about my mother is just a no go and I asked my father once again if he could just tell me anything about her but he just got so mad at me saying that it does not matter that she is dead. The next morning, I woke up covered in blood while I was lying in a small farmhouse while the family who lived there was ripped apart. 

All things happen for a reason but this feels more like a cruse than a blessing, how can I ever become the next Lord of The Rock? How can a woman wed me when I am this beast? How can I father any children if they become like me? I could never be the man my father wishes me to be, the man he would be proud of to call his son, I will be his biggest disappointment when the truth comes out. 

Releasing a sigh I run my hand through my hair before turning around and walking back over to my bed, letting myself fall face first into it I just wait for sleep to consume me and hope for the rest of the night I do not have to be haunted more than I already am. 

The Next Day, 

Sitting in the tree as I arrow ready on my bow I line my shot up before simply letting go, following the arrow with my eyes it takes less than a couple of  second before it slams into the buck 30 yards away. I have to be extra careful of the wind, animals start to run away when my scent hits them but I can also smell them it helps with hunting but it also took a long time before my horse was comfortable around me again. 

Jumping down the 6-yard-high branch I put my bow over my shoulder before I start to walk towards my kill. After that day i thought I would have hated being away from The Rock but I just started to love it more and more, it calms my mind more than being with all those other people, hearing their words, smelling their scents. Here it's not as loud, smells are less or more natural. 

Reaching the buck I pull my arrow out of it's heart before wiping the blood of on my leather trousers. Putting it back in the quiver I bend down before picking the 250-lbs buck with ease I put it over my shoulder before I start to walk back towards The Rock. 

The King and his family have been to The North some time ago to most likely ask Lord Eddard Stark to become the new Hand after John Arryn has died, I think the best man for the job would be my father not because he is my father but because I truly believe he would be most fit for it. Lord Stark and Robbert are like brothers but maybe being so close as friends is not always what you need when you lead a kingdom, maybe it is since Lord Stark may dare to say what he thinks to the fool who is our king. We have peace, the rich stay rich, the poor stay poor, but Robert Baratheon is not a good king and Joffrey would not be much better I believe he will be worse. 

But if my father becomes Joffrey's hand he will rule while Joffrey will hold the title king, I miss my siblings me and Tyrion would always read when I was young or he took me with him to pleasure houses. Jaime would teach me to become a great swordsman, or he would join me on hunts and Cersei well she is beautiful but maybe the fiercest lion of us all.  She is married to the king not out of love every fool with eyes can see that but because our father wished it his blood will now rule over the Seven Kingdom's when Robert Baratheon dies. 

And even if her children carry the name Baratheon they look more like a Lannister than some others who carry the name do, golden hair and their green eyes, while the Baratheon's have had black hair and blue eyes, but maybe now that has changed since our traits are stronger than those of the Baratheon's. 

Letting the scent of father fill my body I raise my brow as I look over the path and not even 15 seconds later he and his horse gallop our way while he wears his armor and holds the reins of my horse in hand. Great someone fucked up and now we have to dress up and hope for the best. 

"Get on." He orders and I throw the buck away from me before walking over to my horse and mounting it well at least the wild animals will have a easy dinner tonight. "What is it?" I ask him and he turns his head in my direction. 

"The Starks have taken your brother Tyrion, Robb Stark has raillied his banners after his father has been taken prisoner the drunken fool Robert is dead." He says and I let my eyes slightly widen. "And you only tell me now?" I ask him as we turn out horses around and start to ride back towards The Rock. 

"Now? You spend all your days in the woods like you are a simple hunter, now we rally our banners and if needed we go to war." He says and I give him a small nod. 

Great they fuck up and now we have to go to war but we cannot let the Starks have Tyrion he is my brother and I would wage war against them for my family, now Robert is dead that means soon Joffrey will be crowned if he has not already and he holds Lord Stark for some reason. Why are we rallying our banners is it not simple Lord Stark for Tyrion? It does not matter anyway I will fight to have my brother back, it seems like The Lion's and The Wolves will go for each other's throats. 

"Then war it will be, who are they to take one of us." 

Author's Note,,,

Aaah the first chapter of a new book always feels so good to publish, but this book will take over the update on Wednesday for The Golden Stag since that one is close to finishing! 

Now leave your thoughts about what you think of Jason's Fur ball? Or his mother and just all of that behind I love to read them! 

xxxxx M