BLEEDING LOVE ⚜️ ROBB STARK

Chapter Twenty-Four • The King's Blood

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Lord Eddard Stark walked down the halls of King's Landing with one trusted man at his side, using a cane for his injured leg. In this time, he didn't know who to trust after learning the secrets of the queen. He had prepared to return his family to Winterfell, but not before he could inform Robert of his betrayal and lack of heirs. He knew he had asked for more than he could bargain when he accepted this offer, and he knew the dangers falling to the Hand after Jon Arryn's death, but never had he expected it to be like this. If he had, he wouldn't have married his heir to the princess so soon.

When he was walking down the halls he was greeted with a the sounds of a a man running down the halls, Renly Baratheon, brother to Robert and lord of Storm's End. He was out of breath with blood and sweat on him. It was odd as his brother had last invited Renly to accompany him on his hunt. It immediately caused Ned to realize what had happen before seeing the true horror on Renly's face.

"Ned!" Renly called out, he stopped right in front of them, still trying to find his breath while trying to form sentences out of his panic. "It's Robert. We were hunting...a boar..."

He didn't need to say more before Ned followed him immediately to Robert's chambers.

There surrounding the king was Barristan Selmy and Maester Pycelle, to be expected of course. But what surprised him was to see Queen Cersei still standing there looking over the king as if she cared, as if his death saddened her instead  of bringing her joy he was sure she experienced from seeing him in a weak state, and her bastard son sitting at the side of his supposed father's death bed. Ned remained quiet and allows them to finish, this was a death bed after all.

"I should have spent more time with you, shown you how to be a man." He looked at Joffrey. Robert really was a fool to believe that child was his, and child who shared none of his features. Perhaps drinking had made him blind, or he just stop caring enough to notice. He took a long pause. "I was never meant to be a father. Go on. You don't want to see this."

And just with that, a teary eyed false prince exited the room, perhaps even though he was not truly Robert's son, that boy did care about his false father. But Ned had no sympathy, concerning he gave Cersei time to escape with her children, and she clearly decided to stay and further endanger them.

Robert turned to Ned now. Poor confused Ned. The man who had been like a brother to him, more of a brother than either of his true brothers. The only man he could trust in the only kingdom. In a twisted way he was glad Ned was here now.

"My fault. Too much wine, missed my thrust," he explained, as though that made it better that Ned had to look at his dying friend knowing there is nothing he can do to help. "It stinks. It stinks like death. Don't think I can't smell it," he complained loudly to the rest of the people in the room before turning back to Ned. "I paid the bastard back, Ned. I drove my knife right through his brain. You ask them if I didn't. Ask them! I want the funeral feast to be the biggest the Kingdoms ever saw. And I want everyone to taste the boar that got me." He laughed a twisted laugh before going silent and turning his head to the rest and barked, "Now leave us, the lot of you. I need to talk to Ned."

Cersei tried to argue otherwise, "Robert, my sweet..." probably fearful this would be the time Stark would reveal her truth.

Robert did not let her finish. "Out, all of you!"