Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 82 - The Fall of Robert Baratheon.

[Chapter Size: 2000 Words.]

Third Person POV.
Kingsland.

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"Ahhh."
Robert Baratheon's groan escaped his lips as he still felt his world spinning, swearing his ear was bleeding after the roar he had received. The pain was something he had never felt before.

"Stop moaning like a wretch."
Jon mocked, looking down at the fat King of Westeros beneath his feet.

The man continued trying to recover as Jon watched him for a while. He was in no hurry—he doubted there would be many men willing to venture into the forest after seeing the white werewolf that Robert's men had encountered, or hearing the roar of the dragon.

Finally, Robert managed to look up again, his eyes slightly lost as he faced Jon, who maintained a neutral expression toward the King of Westeros.

"Dragonspawn..."
He murmured, but obviously, there was more fear in his voice now than anger itself.

"You certainly have balls."
Jon spoke as he kicked Robert before he could even react, sending the fat man flying several meters with ease, propelled by the strength of the Dragonborn.

Once again, Robert rolled until he finally stopped, dazed, groaning once more.

Jon watched this and found it pathetic. He then conjured a summoning, and a Springer appeared.
"Heal him."
Jon requested.

Robert didn't even know exactly what was happening due to his lack of air, while his body began to lose all pain, making him feel better immediately. He also felt a red liquid hitting his mouth, catching him by surprise.

Jon was giving him a health potion since the Springer was limited. Robert didn't understand why this was happening, but Jon stepped back a few steps before he stood up and looked at him with some suspicion, despite the anger and fear in his eyes.

"Don't look at me like that; I'm not doing this because I have any love for you."
Jon responded, looking at him with a certain disdain.
"On the contrary, I don't want to tell myself that I beat a man who was already injured. After all, for someone like me, that would be a certain disgrace."
Jon added, and magically drew out the hammer Robert had used before suffering from the wild boars, throwing it at the feet of the King of Westeros.

Robert saw the hammer fall there and looked at the Dragonborn with a stunned expression—he swore there had been nothing in the Dragonborn's hand a moment ago.

But he knew very well what that meant. He returned to the hammer and picked it up, while watching Jon holding a thin sword that hadn't been there until a moment ago.

"You killed a Targaryen a year ago, but he was tied up with his neck stretched out for your executioner to cut off his head."
Jon referred to Viserys.
"But will you be able to do the same with a Targaryen holding a Targaryen sword in his hand?"
He pointed the Dark Sister at Robert, practically mocking him with the question.

Robert looked at him for a while, seeming frustrated and lost, while his gaze fell just behind Jon, seeing the dragon standing still but staring at him. He was nothing compared to that creature.

"Don't worry. I don't need a dragon to fight you. After all, you're just a fat, debauched king. I'd be ashamed to look at myself in the mirror if I had to resort to that."
Jon mocked, making Robert a little angrier than nervous.

"Are you angry? Look at yourself—the Demon of the Trident, who became what you are today. Kind of disappointing, isn't it? Especially when your own wife prefers to sleep with her own brother and bear his children instead of yours. The woman you always say you love preferred to run away with another."
He provoked Robert to the point that the Baratheon finally unleashed his fury, overpowering his fear. Even if he died there, he would rather take Jon with him.