"When Tyranny becomes law, Rebellion becomes Duty."
-Thomas Jefferson
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~Storm's End, Stormlands 250 AC~
A thunderous clap was heard upon the land as the lightning was thrown across the dark and foreboding skies of Westeros. Winds as sharp as the fabled Valyrian Swords cut throw the lands of Storm's End, the Ancestral seat of House Baratheon, Wardens of the Stormlands. Giving their name because of the legendary storms brewed throughout their history.
On this dreadful day, with all of this dreadful rain, up in this mighty castle, a child was being birth by the Lady of this castle.
"Push Milady, you need to push. Your child is almost here!" Gently said by an elder man with grey hair. Now this man was dressed in robes with chains adjourned upon his person. His name was Maester Calwyn Storm, a bastard born child of a noble lord and a maid. Sent to the Citadel at a very young age to study and become a Maester, he eventually moved up and took over the position of Maester of Storm's End when the previous one had died of old age.
The woman on the birthing bed, was one Lady Cassana, wife of Lord Steffon Baratheon and she was giving birth to the future heir of the Stormlands.
"Quick girl, fetch me the towel. The child is almost here!" Maester Calwyn told her. "Just one push, Milady!"
With one last, painful grunt, Lady Cassana pushed with the last remaining strength in her body, the baby emerged, bloodied but alive.
"Well done Milady! You have a very healthy son. Maid go to the Lord and tell him the news!" With that said, Maester Calwyn wiped the blood from the baby and wrapped him into a blanket. "Milady, may I have the honor of presenting you your firstborn son, your heir."
"He's beautiful." She whispered, looking at the pink baby with his short brown hairs. Wiggling in her arms, her son opened his eyes, allowing her to see his sterling blue eyes.
"Hello there, I'm your mama and I'm so happy to finally see you. Your father, he can't be here right now, he went on a hunt to celebrate your birthing. Just know, I love you so very much. My son, my love Orys Baratheon heir to the Stormlands.
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First chapter is done. Orys Baratheon is born, next chapter is going to be a time skip when he becomes five.
Have a wonderful day,
LordMordrex