Robert Baratheon Trueborn Heir

Chapter 5

Y/n POV

I just heard what my uncle did to Lord Stark when he was in the city. Then he fled to gods know where. I went to the training yard since my hand is now healed from its wound. Which I'm happy about since I can now wield my sword again. Father went on a hunt with uncle Renly, Ser Barristan Selmy and cousin Lancel.

I walked through the Red Keep passing guards, handmaidens and servants who all bowed as I passed. I see Ned Stark walk passed me in haste. "Lord Hand." I greeted him making him stop in front of me. "My prince, how are you this evening?" Ned asked me. "I'm doing well, I'm off to the training yard to get myself back into training as my hand finally healed." I explained to him. He nodded as he looked at my hair before looking at me. "I'm sorry for what my uncle did to you. He shouldn't have done that, I know he doesn't have honor like you do, Lord Stark." I told him.

"It's all fine, my prince. He will get his justice one day. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go to my chambers real quick." Lord Stark told me. "Of course, don't let me stop you then." I said before I walked away feeling Ned watching me as I left.

Ned Stark POV

I see that Y/n has black hair just like Robert meanwhile her other siblings had golden hair. I walked to my chambers and took out the book of the Houses and turned to the Baratheon's and all the Lords and their children. I sat down and went through the book. "Lord Orys Baratheon, black of hair. Axel Baratheon, black of hair, Lyonel Baratheon, black of hair. Steffon Baratheon, black of hair. Robert Baratheon, black of hair. Joffrey Baratheon, golden-haired. Y/n Baratheon, black of hair." I read out loud.

The sudden realization that Joffrey, Myrcella and Tommen are bastards and only Y/n is the true heir to the throne. I closed the book, I need to tell Robert this if anything happens to him then Joffrey will try to go on the throne that is not his but Y/n as she is the only true born heir.

Y/n POV

I faced Ser Loras in the training yard we both fought vigorously against each other not backing down, we have made a crowd who watches us intently. He swung his sword as I blocked him and see he left his legs open making me kick his leg as he fell to the ground I pointed my sword at his neck. We both breathed heavily as everyone clapped for us. We both smiled as I retracted my blade and sheathed it before I helped Loras up to his feet.

"You beat me once more, my prince." Loras told me as a squire went up to us with wine, we graciously grabbed it thanking the boy as sipped on our wine. "You were good as well, ser Loras. You almost beaten me a couple times." I told him. We both laughed before we parted ways.

"My prince!" I hear Ser Bellamy say. I looked back and see him running up to me. "My prince, it's your father. He's been heavily injured." Ser Barristan told me hastily. "Take me to him." I ordered. We both ran to father's room where I see Joffrey just getting here with mother and the grand maester.

He looks very bad, I kneeled near him with Joffrey next to me. Joffrey held his hand with tears threatening from his eyes while I looked at father sadly. "I should have spent more time with you two, shown you how to be men. I was never meant to be a father." Father told us. The doors opened revealing Ned. "Go on. You don't want to see this." Father told us. We both stood up and walked out the room. "He's gonna die, isn't he?" Joffrey asked me. I looked at my brother sadly. "I don't know, but if he does you are going to be king. After your coronation ceremony I'm gonna travel like I always wanted to do." I told him.

He looked over to me and nodded. "I will give you a ship and gold for your travels, sister. Just promise me you'll stay in touch." Joffrey told me. "I promise." I said. I'm not gonna say that I'm gonna find Daenerys Targaryen. Since Varys told me that Viserys died by the hand of Khal Drogo for disrespecting him and Daenerys. I went to my chambers to pack my stuff, I also grabbed the war hammer that father gave me as a gift. I'm also gonna take the woman who is baring my child with me.