The flickering glow of the candles illuminated the the large, leather book on Ned's desk. Ned could not help but wonder why Jon Arryn was interested in this particular book the same day of his death. None the less, Ned knew he had to read this tome. He slid the book across his desk and opened its heavy cover. The Lineage and Histories of the Great Houses of the Seven Kingdoms. Ned paused as he read the title page. Why would Jon be interested in this? What secrets could this book possible hold?
Ned turned to the very first page of the tome. It held the histories of House Targaryen. Ned skimmed over their section and stopped when a name caught his eye, Rhaegar Targaryen. His mind quickly wandered to his sister Lyanna, and his promise to her.
Promise me Ned, Promise me. Ned could still hear her words, as if she was in the room with him.
He turned through the pages until he came across house Baratheon. He read the ancestry of the royal house out loud.
'Lord Orys Baratheon, black of hair. Axel Baratheon, black of hair. Lyonel Baratheon, black of hair. Stephan Baratheon, black of hair." Ned paused, turning the page. "Robert Baratheon, black of hair. Joffery Baratheon, golden head."
Ned could not believe what he just read. He know new exactly what Jon Arryn got murdered for! Before Ned could even process this, a servant burst into his chambers.
'My Lord Hand, its the King. Something has happened. I need you to come with me."
Ned got up and went with the servant, He followed him until he came to the King's bedchamber. Ned walked in. In the bed was King Robert. Robert was bandaged at the midsection. The servant left them alone to talk.
"You damned fool," Ned said, as he sat down next to his dear friend.
"There is paper and ink n the table. Write down what I say." King Robert gasped, barely able to get the words out of his mouth. "In the name of Robert of the House Baratheon, first of his name--ahh you know how it goes-- I hereby command Eddard of House Stark --titles, titles-- to serve as Lord Regent and Protector of the Realm upon my death, to rule in my stead, until my son Joffery becomes of age."
Ned stoped transcribing. He could not tell Robert what he just discovered, not on his deathbed. Ned finished writing until my rightful heir becomes of age. Ned handed the letter to the King. The King signed the order, them rolled it up and sealed it with his official royal seal.
"My son, help him Ned. Make him better than me." Robert struggled to get his last request out.
"I will do everything I can to honor your memory." Ned said.
"My memory..." Robert coughed, blood dripping from his mouth. "King Robert Baratheon, murdered by a pig." He let out a sigh, and breathed his last breath. King Robert passed away.
Ned stood up and left the chambers. He turned to the servant at the door. "Get me a Raven. I must write to Stannis Baratheon and tell him-"
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A blood curling scream cut Ned off. He srpinted down the stairs, his hand on his sword Ice. At the bottom of the stairs there was a servant girl cowering and crying. She pointed at the corner of the room. Ned looked at the corner and was struck with horror. Slumped against the wall was his friend Yoren of the knights watch, with an axe buried in his skull.
Both the King and Yoren, murdered on the same night? What evil is at work here? Ned wondered....
Lachiton, King Robert Baratheon, a Vanilla Townie died on a hunting trip N1.
Robert2424, Yoren of the Nights Watch, a Vanilla Townie, was murdered N1.
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