Chapter 1-I Am Fury

Many know of the three children of King Robert Baratheon. Joffrey, Myrcella, and Tommen Baratheon. All three royal children of the King and his beautiful Queen Cersei of House Lannister. But what many do not know, is there was one child prior to those three being born, and unlike the three mentioned children...this one child was actually Robert's by blood legitimately. The official story behind the child to those who knew of him, was he had been stillborn, and did not survive long enough to breath air into his lungs. It was a devastating blow to the King and Queen when it happened and many mourned the loss of Robert's first born son.

Again, it was the official story. The unofficial story? The boy lived. Lived to scream like any baby screamed when brought into the world on a night where a storm howled outside of the Red Keep. The most violent storm ever recorded in the history of Westeros to be exact. And like any baby once born in the Seven Kingdoms, his Father was in the room inspected him to see his features in the child to confirm it was indeed his own. When King Robert first laid eyes on the child, the King saw the signs of his own features in the form of darker shade of blonde hair, and the intense blue eyes only a true Baratheon of his line could possess. While a bit disappointed his son would not have black hair like himself, Robert had been pleased to know at least the boy would have his eyes and not those green eyes House Lannister was known to possess on their side.

"Listen to the boy scream out. Ours is fury. Do you hear him Cersei! There is fury in his scream. Like a warrior taking a sword or hammer to his enemy! My son will be strong! Like his Father. A fury like no others. A maelstrom! Yes that's what I'll name you. In old Valerian tongue, my Grandmother said there was a name for such a person. Naruto. Yes! That is what I will name you boy. Naruto of House Baratheon! My son!" exclaimed Robert happily while laughing.

But then something happened. Something that neither Robert, Cersei, the Hand of the King Jon Arryn, the handmaidens assisting the Queen, or the Grand Maester there to see this event could explain it. The child was screaming even louder, thrashing about to the point where Robert almost dropped him, and had to put the boy on the bed. To the shock of those in the room, the eyes of the child now named Naruto of House Baratheon, had changed drastically. One eye shifted from blue to red with a strange tomoe design, and the other shifted to that of purple with a ripple design.

"What? What has happened?" asked Cersei in a weak voice since she had spent what felt like the longest hours of the night screaming out in pain giving birth to this one child.

"I don't know. Grand Maester Pycelle! Look at his eyes. Why does one look demon red and the other like the eye of a fucking Targaryen?!" commanded Robert angrily while the Maester in question gave the boy a once over.

"It is hard to say your Grace. It is...possible that some of the Targaryen features from your Grandmother's side of the family has manifested itself in the one eye and the other is different due to your Baratheon blood clashing with your Grandmother's Targaryen ancestry," said Pycelle while carefully examining the boy's eyes.

"Fucking Targaryens! Even now, that fucking dragon mocks me after they have been all killed off!" exclaimed Robert angrily before glaring at the boy sporting an eye similar to the House he hated beyond measure.

"What do you intend to do your Grace?" asked Pycelle while Robert thought long and hard about this in his mind.

"Robert, don't kill him. He's still my baby. And yours!" pleaded Cersei in her weakened state while Robert himself looked from her to the baby before his rage dimmed...just a bit.

"Raise him in secret for now. Until I say otherwise, the child is stillborn," replied Robert before he left the room in a huff and let out a scream of rage at this turn of events.

His son had Targaryen features. Targaryen! From Robert's Grandmother's side of the family of all things! It was infuriating! It was bad enough he was of Targaryen blood thanks to his Grandmother, but Robert had hoped the traits would never pass on through his seed. At the very least, his wife's own blood should help keep it from manifesting, but not it seemed the strength of the dragon could not truly be suppressed.

"My Queen?" asked Pycelle after handing Naruto over to Cersei while knowing that even though Robert was King of the Seven Kingdoms, the Queen's Father held the most sway, and by extension the Queen herself.

As for Jon Arryn, he just stood by to watch events play out knowing only his own sound advise to Robert following tonight could possibly save this child from an extremely short life.

"Do what your King commands of you Pycelle. Everyone here is sworn to silence. Until a time comes, my son is officially dead to the world," said Cersei while she reflected on the fact her child with Robert was alive and the prophecy foretold by Maggie the Frog made itself known in her mind.

Was this child one of three she would bring into the world and die before herself? Or was this something else entirely? Did the Gods old and new change their plans and the destiny of the Seven Kingdoms in the process? If so, then what did it mean for the child now in her arms? Or for those she would have in the future?

Cersei did not dare think about what this new development meant for her as a woman or as Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

(King's Landing-Black Water Bay-Sometime Later)

Officially, Robert had declared his son a stillborn, as the rage over his son sporting the eye color of House Targaryen on one side, and a demonic red one in the other. His child was turned into something...horrible! The eyes did not change back despite the fact he tasked Grand Maester Pycelle with finding a way to bring back Naruto's Baratheon blue eyes. With each passing day, week, and month the King of the Seven Kingdoms became angrier over the fact his son was not becoming more Baratheon in appearance. Everyone who knew Robert also knew the man hated Targaryens with a passion not unlike how the Targaryens loved using fire on their enemies in a similar passionate way.

After what they did to his beloved Lyanna Stark in kidnapping her away from him, only for her to die shortly before the war ended had made Robert almost go mad with rage. He desired the entirety of House Targaryen wiped out and only tolerating the blood in his veins on his Grandmother's side to the point of becoming the next legitimate ruler on the Iron Throne.

As for Cersei, her own mind had become poisoned with dark thoughts surrounding her son, and the excessive whoring Robert had done since becoming King. As time slowly progressed in raising her son, Cersei started to hate the boy, believing he was the reason (outside of Lyanna Stark's own shadow) that Robert had started being unfaithful to her, and started fucking whores in brothels or wenches in taverns. She didn't even let the child breast feed from her and had another woman, who was Cersei's personal handmaiden (the only one her husband had fucked yet) do it instead, and left to be elsewhere from her son.

When the boy was roughly four years old, Robert finally had enough in terms of waiting to see if Naruto would ever become more Baratheon like himself. Cersei had enough in terms of dealing with the boy being a reminder of her marriage slowly showing signs of being loveless. So they both decided in full agreement (a rarity in itself) to do something about this situation they felt would remedy their problems in one shot.

They gave Naruto to a handmaiden, the same one in charge of breastfeeding him when he was a baby (also the only one Robert never fucked during that time), and told her to sail for Essos to deal with the boy in her own way. That was Robert's command as King, as he no longer cared in regards to what happened to the brat, and didn't bother to even see the servant off, but Cersei was a different matter entirely. She had other plans for the boy and didn't want the child to return to Westeros anytime soon, much less physically, or even mentally whole.

"Sail to Essos and send him to the Masters of Astapor. Have them turn him into one of their Unsullied," commanded Cersei coldly to the woman in front of her.

"My Queen?" questioned the Handmaiden while not fully understanding why the woman would give her such a command.

"Did I stutter? Sail to Astapor and turn him over to the Masters handling the training of the Unsullied. They will ensure he is a proper, yet obedient warrior. They will also ensure the boy never truly becomes a man to fuck any whore who catches his fancy and sire any bastards," said Cersei with a cruel smile on her face knowing Robert got what he wanted out of his son being made a warrior and so did she by ensuring the boy didn't one day sire children of his own.

Simply because the Unsullied had no cock or balls to use due to the Masters of Astapor cutting it off.

"Yes my Queen," whispered the Handmaiden, who was a bit shaken by the cruelty of the Queen, and the dark look in those eyes aimed at the very child she brought into the world.

"Good. No doubt the Masters in Astapor will pay you a hefty sum for the child. You may keep it all as payment for your loyalty and silence on the matter when this is over," said Cersei while she motioned for the woman to depart on the ship with the boy.

The Handmaiden in question merely nodded and turned around while taking Naruto into her arms before walking toward the boat. Looking back for one second, the woman saw Cersei had already walked away from the port, and had no intention of stopping to even consider looking back herself.

"A gold dragon for your thoughts my dear," said the smooth voice of Varys the Master of Whispers from near the ship meant to sail for Essos.

"Lord Varys!" exclaimed the Handmaiden in shock, but bowed slightly all the same.

"I see you are taking the young Prince away. Such a shame the child of royalty is sent away all because his Father hates his natural features. Even worse, the boy's own Mother hates her child due to her husband's whoring. No doubt she blames more on her own son's unique traits, which the Queen believes encourages the King to be repeatedly unfaithful. I am starting to suspect madness is not just a trait shared only among the Targaryens these days," commented Varys while he looked at the sleeping child and wondered just how much Milk of the Poppy did they put in the boy's food and drink to knock him out.

From what his little birds told him, the boy was energetic for his age, and yet was highly perceptive of his surroundings. As if he knew who to trust and not to trust in a just few short moments interacting with people. No doubt Cersei or Robert had a servant Naruto had never seen before drug his food before another, who didn't know about the Milk of the Poppy, giving it to him, and let nature take its course. By the time the child woke up, Naruto would have no idea where he was, and how he got there with the woman holding onto him during the entire ship ride over to Essos.

Poor boy. He would have his little birds keep an eye on the boy's progress in Essos and see if the child could be of use to the overall benefit of the realm should Robert's clear, yet early sign of ineffective ruling fail miserably.

"Yes. And to turn him into an unsullied. I had heard stories about them and how they are turned into slave soldiers for a slave army. It is wrong," whispered the woman with the feeling of sorrow in her heart while Varys nodded since he was from Essos and knew the cruelty of the world there was by far worse then Westeros could ever hope to be when compared side by side.

And Varys did not wish for any child, much less this one, have something in common with him in regard to lacking the male appendage between the legs.

"Which is why I propose an alternative to your approach with what the royal family has asked of you my dear. One where the boy does not become an Unsullied, but gains the fighting prowess worthy of a Baratheon, and being called his Father's son," offered Varys before he slid gracefully to his left and showed a chest filled to the brim with gold.

"Lord Varys, this...this is too much!" protested the woman while Varys smiled a gentle smile at her.

"Not when it comes to investing in the good of the realm my dear. Take this chest of gold and spend it wisely on young Naruto. Raise the boy as your own son if you must while in Essos, but do not squander his clearly limitless potential. Something tells me the fate of the Seven Kingdoms will rest on that poor boy's shoulders. It will be your duty to ensure those shoulders are strong enough to hold said weight when the time comes," said Varys while the woman simply nodded and went onto the ship with two men taking the chest with them.

"When should I return with him?" asked the woman curiously with Varys smiling.

"When he shows his strength mentally and physically is superior to all those around him," said Varys with the handmaiden nodding.

"I will Lord Varys. I will make this boy a strong Baratheon worthy of his Father and be the future King of the Seven Kingdoms," whispered the Handmaiden while she held the boy close.

"May I know the name of the woman who will be the boy's future Mother?" questioned Varys while the woman smiled.

"It's Kushina. Kushina of House Uzumaki. My family bloodline can be traced right back to old Valeria itself," said Kushina while Varys was shocked, but pleased by this.

"Good to know. Teach him everything you know my dear. Knowledge is power and he will need all the power available to him," said Varys while Kushina nodded and she held the child close.

All the while the ship was sailing away from Westeros to Essos and one day...into the very beyond itself!

No one would see Prince Naruto for nearly 20 years.

(Nearly 20 Years Later-Narrow Sea)

A small raft with a single sail rode the waves of the brutal sea around one figure sitting in the raft currently acting like nothing was wrong. It didn't matter to this man that there was a storm around him. It didn't matter if there was heavy rain, thunder, lightning, and waves almost as big as the Wall in the North within the realm of Westeros. To this one person on this raft, this was irrelevant in his mind, and he did not fear the storm raging around like a wild beast.

For in truth, this man was the storm. It was a reflection of his rage. His wrath. His fury! It was a reflection of his soul. It didn't hurt him in the slightest. It never did.

'How long has it been since I was away? Has it really been close to 20 years? 20 long ass years of being away from my screwed up biological family? I wonder what my so called Mother is doing now? If the rumors about her are in fact true, she is either doing one of two things. Fucking my uncle Jamie or fucking one of her male relatives if Jamie isn't around to do it himself. Now that my asshole for a Father is dead and unable to put her to the sword, she'll no doubt spread her legs for just about anyone,' thought the man while lightning flashed off in the darkness for a second and rode the wild waves on his tiny raft.

The man in question wore dark boots made of the strongest material money could buy, as well as baggy pants, which he designed to be water resistant for just this sort of situation with the rain coming down. His shirt was a mixture of red, black, and orange together in an intricate pattern of swirls that looked like the whirlpools drunk sailors from Braavos would tell in bar taverns. A thin layer of chainmail was underneath the shirt, but this type of chain mail was lightweight so in the event of falling into the water, he wouldn't sink like a stone. His face was sharp, handsome looking if not for the red cloth hiding his face, and keeping the water out of his mouth. His right eye was blood red with three tomoes in them, and the other one...was a purple color worthy of any Targaryen with a ripple like pattern in it. His hair was dark spiky blondish color and it was a long main running down the back of his neck while being protected by a large straw hat. On his back was a sword made of Valerian steel in the shape of what his adopted Mother called a katana from the days of Valeria was still strong.

Also, unlike other swords of valerian steel, this one was crimson red, and had an light of sorts shining from the blade. Such a weapon had served this man faithfully for years now, cutting down man after man, warrior after warrior, and monster after monster in human flesh he had seen while in Essos. This man had traveled from Essos to Braavos and back again to Essos without fear or worry for his life. This man had fought with Sell Swords from the Second Sons to the Golden Company itself. This man had been in the fighting pit arenas in the City of Meereen, fought Westeros Knights, Braavosi swordsmen, and even a few Dothraki horsemen.

The man's name? Naruto of House Baratheon. Though if he were honest with himself, the man preferred to be Naruto of House Uzumaki since his surrogate Mother was more of a Mother to him then Cersei ever was in the few short years being around her. His beloved surrogate Mother, who died when he was 12 from an illness, one of many at the time running through Essos. It had been a devastating blow to the boy, as she was the Mother he always wanted, and denounced his bitch of Mother by blood for the woman who wasn't, yet loved him all the same. Kushina had taught him much during his time with her and had been a dedicated student in math, reading, writing, and how the way of the world truly worked instead of the way fairy tale books told it.

The world was cruel, dark, and people could be just as cruel and dark from what Kushina had taught him about major events in Westeros. From the "Rains of Castamere" incident involving Tywin Lannister crushing two Houses who rebelled against him to what Gregor Clegane and Armory Lorch did to Elia Martell and her two children during the sacking of King's Landing to name just a few. In fact, in recent years, much of the treachery done throughout Westeros was started by House Lannister with Tywin Lannister being the source of them. Even the sacking of King's Landing was done through Tywin Lannister by marching his army under the ruse of coming to aid the Mad King for when Robert's army began its assault. Only to turn on the Mad King and began the start of the horrible act that helped make the man feared and influential man throughout the Seven Kingdoms.

Then there was the Greyjoy Rebellion, which had happened a few years after Naruto was sent away and the Kraken King had been forced to bend the knee to King Robert. At the same time Balon Greyjoy gave up his only remaining son to House Stark after losing the others during the fighting.

It was sometime later that Naruto was later found on the dirty streets of Meereen by a sell sword, who once served the Golden Company in his younger years, and was in need of making a few gold dragons. The man saw the boy fighting off some questionable people (slavers most likely) and even saw the boy successfully kill one of the greedy fools, who the Sell Sword recognized as someone who lost all of his money in the fighting pits just earlier that day. The fools went about seeking to collect some measure of compensation for his losses by targeting someone and chose the young male Baratheon.

Not that the sore losers got a chance to enjoy themselves in terms of capturing their prey once Naruto showed off his unorthodox and unpredictable fighting abilities. The Sell Sword approached Naruto once the slavers were on the ground bleeding, broken, and most likely dead in the next few hours. After hearing the boy's story, the man offered to train him how to fight, compete in the fighting pits against all comers from all over the world, and become truly a warrior few could match on the battlefield.

How could Naruto say no to that?! The answer? He couldn't.

But that wasn't all. In the time Naruto had been away from Westeros and King's Landing, the boy had begun to have dreams of another time. Another life with other places. Doing things with his own two hands and feet he never thought possible in this world growing up. Naruto did not understand it at first, but over time, his highly intellectual mind began to understand, as the Gods entered his mind, and told him of the truth about his previous life. They told him everything. His name they put in Robert's mouth, the eyes being given to him as a gift, which Robert mistook for Targaryen blood clashing with his Baratheon blood, and how destiny would be reshaped throughout the world once more now that he was in it.

(Flashback-Sometime Ago)

"Where am I? What's going on?" asked Naruto to himself while he was looking around in the darkness and briefly wondered if the Stranger itself had come for his life

"You are here because I wish it mortal," said the dark raspy voice of a malicious entity hovering over the boy.

"The Stranger," whispered Naruto in shock and a hint of fear while the Stranger laughed at him.

"Yes. I am the Stranger. Though I go by so many other names. Some older one I miss being called. The Death God. The End of all things alive. But in another lifetime in connection to you, I was called...the Shinigami!" said the Stranger while Naruto stared up at him and had a sense of recondition around the last name.

"So you are in fact one of the Old Gods," surmised Naruto with the Shinigami or rather the Stranger was laughing yet again.

"Yes. One of the Old Gods. One of the oldest actually. Death really has no age since it is eternal and never ending. As to why I am here child, is because I have need of you in this realm just as many did in another lifetime long before today," said the Stranger before he waved his hand and images of Naruto revealed themselves to the boy and the deed done in them.

Much to the child's shock, awe, and even a hint of joy knowing about a past life where he did many incredible things. It was quite the legacy.

"Not that I am complaining or anything, but...I didn't think the Stranger would need a Champion. Why choose me? Surely there are others more honorable and worthy for the task?" questioned Naruto with the Stranger shaking his head no.

"There are none. Not yet. There is another who could be my champion, but I have seen into the future many years from now. Events will play out where the one I could choose to be my champion, as well as the champion of the other Gods watching over the world would arrive too late to take up the mantel. Wickedness, cruelty, betrayal, and other dark things will dig in too deep to be removed by the time its too late to fight the true darkness that is to come. Normally, I would not be allowed to intervene regardless of my status as one of the more powerful deities among my brethren, but given how events played out, the chaos, and the destruction caused by the late arrival of those needed will be too late. As such, the night you were born, I took your soul from the many in the cycle of reincarnation, and placed it in the stillborn child your parents were meant to have instead of the living breathing offspring you yourself became through me," said the Stranger while Naruto's eyes widened.

"You are the reason my eyes are different!" exclaimed Naruto since he knew his two eyes were special despite knowing his biological parents thought otherwise.

"Yes. My gifts to you from another time to help in your future quest and the trials to come. You may have also noticed your uncanny ability to sense others and their overall intentions through their emotions. A family trait from your past life I felt would be put to good use. Not to mention the energy that is chakra your past life used, though in this day and age, many would simply call it magic," said the Stranger while more images of Naruto's past life showed themselves and one in particular caught his attention.

His surrogate Mother Kushina was in one of them.

"Why is my Mother in that one? Has she been brought back to life again like you did with me?" asked Naruto with the Stranger smiling further.

"For the most part yes. Sadly, even I am bound by certain rules. Rules that cannot be broken. While I could bring Kushina back to life from the reincarnation cycle, she is not my champion, or any champion of the Gods. As such, your past life's Mother will have no memory of you from that time in this one. Not even in dreams. At best, I could only give her the maternal instincts needed to raise you properly. I felt it was owed to her after she was killed the night you were born in your past life. My way of providing compensation for that moment in time. I also chose to bring her back because I knew what your current biological parents would do in terms of shipping you away and that you would need a Mother, even a surrogate to help in your future development. After all, who better to be your surrogate Mother in this life to raise you, then the one you had in your past life?" said the Stranger with Naruto nodding since there was no better a candidate.

"So what happens now?" asked Naruto curiously.

"Now? Now you train. Train your mind. Train your body. You must forge yourself into becoming a warrior and leader this world needs in order to survive. Good luck!" said the Stranger before he vanished from Naruto's mind.

'House Baratheon's motto is 'Ours is the fury'. I will become that fury. I will become the fury!' thought Naruto while clenching his fists.

(End Flashback)

And now Naruto was coming home to rule over the Seven Kingdoms to fulfill his destiny given to him the Gods old and new.

Provided this ugly ass ship in front of him would move out of the way of him and the storm his power created when at sea.

(The Silence)

Euron Greyjoy loved the storms the sea brought. In his mind, he was the storm. The first, the last, and everything in-between that was within his reach. The man had sailed through all the seas the world had to offer, seeing new places, burning them down if it suited his ever twisted mood. The exiled Greyjoy had gone about his traveling the world as a man born on the Iron Islands by pillaging, raped, murdered, and taken just about whatever life had to offer. Did the man care about the consequences? No. He had the Drowned God on his side. He was the herald of change. The storm that would blow through all the ships, the men, and anything else that was caught up in it No one could stand in his way. No one!

Not even this tiny insignificant raft heading in his path.

'What fool goes into a storm, MY storm in just a raft? Does this moron wish to join the Drowned God? No matter. I am feeling generous today. I'll destroy his raft and let the fool sink to the bottom of the sea. Besides, I doubt whoever is on the tiny thing has any items of value,' thought Euron Greyjoy while watching the man in the raft look up at him with an impassive look on his face.

Before the man on the raft drew a sword from his back and lightning struck the blade to make it glow brightly in the darkness of the storm. It was like watching fire and lightning mix together spawning an unholy creation in the form of a sword in the hands of someone unworthy of such power. Euron didn't even remember barking out orders to his men, who he had enslaved years ago to obey him. It wasn't hard to break their wills to serve his own as each of them had their tongues cut out one by one with each crewmember watching it happen. Euron made them all mute so he did not have to hear their protests to his orders when they were given and silenced any form of mutiny they might create.

But now Euron almost wished he could hear their voices while they screamed and tried to convince him that they should flee. Almost.

Ours is the fury!

Those were the words echoed through the storm. Euron knew them to be the House motto of the Baratheons. Spoken softly and yet heard as clear as a sunny day despite the storm surrounding the two opposites staring at each other through it. Almost as if the motto was bound to the storm that Euron Greyjoy himself thought was his own and herald his return one day to the Iron Islands to claim the Salt Throne his weak older brother currently sat on.

But now? Now Euron thought differently from where he stood on his ship. For another to possess such power of the storm, to command the lightning, the fire, and the winds in a way that it usurped Euron's own connection was something else entirely.

And it was proven when the figure on the raft made a horizontal slash with his crimson sword, which sent a literal wave of power, colored crimson like the sword's blade, toward his ship. His ship! It cut through the water, the winds, the storm itself, and headed right for The Silence with a fury not unlike House Baratheon embraced with a passion.

Acting on instinct, Euron dived for the floor. Burying himself deep into the wood of his ship as humanly possible. Part of his mind screaming at him to flee. To escape from this new force of power that outmatched his own connection to the seas and the storms they brought with them. But Euron had blocked it out. It served no purpose to think, much less act like a frightened child, or one of those highborn women in their castles for that matter.

He was a Ironborn. True Ironborn. And the Ironborn did not flee. They made others flee. They made others tremble. They made others fall in submission and pay the Iron Price!

Sadly, his beliefs on this matter meant very little due to the man's ship being hit by the wave of energy. Said energy had not only cut through the entirety of his ship, killing much of his enslaved crew in the process in a most violent fashion, but somehow the act managed to set his ship on fire, and burning everything around him into ash.

Himself included.

'How? How could this happen? I am the storm. The first and the last! How can I die when I am the Drowned God's herald?' thought Euron while his body burned and slowly turned to ash with the rest of the ship and crew.

And with that final thought running through his cruel Ironborn mind, Euron Greyjoy of House Greyjoy knew no more. His body not turned to ash became part of the sea and was given to the Drowned God along with the rest of his ship and crew.

(With Naruto)

Naruto smirked at the sight of his handiwork. The destroyed and burning ship in front of him sinking into the deep blue ocean floor was something that needed to be destroyed. His sensory skills, honed after years of training mentally, and physically had allowed him to sense the ship was filled with suffering. Filled with sorrow. Filled with pain. And one figure among all of them filled with hate. The leader no doubt. The source of the crew's suffering, sorrow, and pain since being apart of the ship.

Originally, Naruto thought about taking the ship for his own. Kill the Captain. Liberate the crew. Sail to the nearest port and let them do whatever they wanted in life. But as he dived deeper and sensed the emotions of the crew, Naruto saw the crew was broken by their sadistic Captain beyond repair.

Sure, he could kill the Captain, claim the ship, and its crew for his own. Treat them a Hell of a lot better then the one leading them now. But that wouldn't change anything. They were too broken in mind and body to think their new Master would be an improvement over the old one. They would still suffer. Still live in anguish. The brutality the crew had endured by this hated filled individual was too much for them.

Death was the only recourse and merciful act Naruto could perform at this point. And as such, the young Baratheon did just that with a single swing of his sword.

It was almost a shame no one was around to see him do that. Well...no one alive outside of himself to see him do that.

Next stop? King's Landing and the Iron Throne that his sadistic moron for a half brother bastard by the name of Joffrey was currently sitting on.

It was high time to correct the mistakes made and being made at the heart of the Seven Kingdoms.

(A/N: YAY! I made a new fic. This was burning in my head and I couldn't get it to stop growing in terms of my desire to write it. So here it is. Hope you enjoyed this. More to come in the near future. Until next time...PEACE!)