Bilbo was a Baratheon. Or so did his mother tell him. She always kept reminding him about the many likenesses he had with the king, such as his small potato nose, his blue eyes and his dark hair. But he was a bastard; his mother was a whore so he could just as much been someone else's child. His mother had been, and still was, very productive. There were plenty of other men that had noses like him, dark hair and blue eyes. But it was not that uncommon that men of power had 2 or 3 bastards, and the king was whoring around almost every day, for all that he knew he could have over 100 bastards.

Bilbo didn't really care, he more liked to read a good book and drink a nice cup of tea. He did not bother about his mother's profession, it was not that uncommon and, as he saw it, nothing shameful. Bilbo never needed to go to bed hungry, he could afford to buy books and he had a bed at night, so he couldn't complain.

His favourite books were the ones about mighty heroes and adventurers on dangerous voyages over the sea to a place where the savages ruled. Legend said they layed with their horses to make them stronger. It was mind-blowingly exciting. He dreamed that he himself travelled across the world, maybe visit the wall and see what lied beyond that. But he was too at home in King's landing; he could never leave unless his life depended on it.

He had taken the name 'Baggins' from one of his favourite books "Dragons of the west", for he did not like the name he had gotten at his birth. Bilbo Baggins sounded better than Bilbo Water; and it did not tell everyone he had no father). In the book the brave Bungo Baggins was led together with 13 warriors to drive out a dragon from their hometown. Bungo had many meetings with all kinds of creatures and Bilbo thought he was very brave for enduring it all. He did not like the ending though, as Bungo had struck down the mighty dragon Smaling he was killed by one of his companions. Bilbo had read the book many times and could almost recite the whole book by heart.

This day was just as warm as any other day and Bilbo found himself by the road into the brothel yard, just next to the gate. It was his favourite place to read. It was not too sunny and he could see the ocean for the brother laid on a hill about 15 minutes by foot from the gates of Kings Landing. He could sit there in peace as the men going in and out paid little notice of him but he still could watch over the yard and keep track of who was there. Little did he know that the man coming up the hill on a pinto horse was going to change his life forever.

"Excuse me young man." The man upon the horse said.

Bilbo looked up and saw the man. He had short white hair and his ears stuck out quite a bit from his head, he also had a very large nose and to cover his bright pink face he had a long white beard. The man however was dressed in a uniform that surprised Bilbo. The man was dressed in a long red/brown tunic of horse skin and a pair of pants in the same material and colour, and on his foot he had a pair of sandals in, what Bilbo guessed, reed and hay. This man was from the east, where the Dothraki ruled.

The man cleared his throat and continued "My name is Balin, son of Fundin, and I am looking for a certain Belladonna Took. We had arranged a meeting."

Bilbo snorted and smiled which made Balin uncomfortable. "It is not what you think it is. I am a respectable man of high social standard and I would never…" he started.

"I do not actually care what you want of my mother, Balin son of Fundin, and as for your position: I've seen men of higher status than you come here so do not worry." Bilbo interrupted him and smiled. "She has her room in house number 2, straight ahead. You can't miss it." Balin nodded at him and continued riding into the yard while Bilbos eyes trailed back into his book. He had read one chapter when he felt a soft hand against his shoulder.

"Bilbo, darling" it was his mother. "You need to come inside with me."

She walked ahead of him to 'her' house. Her mahogany red curly hair hanged loose to her waist and she wore a thin dress of blue silk. When they got inside her room she sat down and patted the seat beside her as to tell her son to sit down. As he did what was told she took his hand in both hers and he saw Balin standing by the window looking out.

"It is one fine room you have here Miss Took." He said and smiled. He was smoking a large pipe and the smell of tobacco filled the room; dominating all other smells of cheap perfume, sweat and oils.

"Bilbo, this is Balin, son of Fundin." She said and nodded at him, clenching her hands tighter around her son's left hand.

"I think he knows, we met earlier at the gate when I arrived." Balin smiled and looked at him. There was something in his expression that made Bilbo feel all calm inside, like he had always know this man. "It is one fine son you have, how old are you, lad?"

"I have just turned 20, sir" Bilbo answered; making the old man smile even more. Balin pulled out a chair and sat in front of them both, and then he sighed.

"I am not here to talk about views or tobacco for that part either" he chuckled. "But for something your mother is concerned about."

Bilbo felt his mother almost gasp and clench her hands even tighter around his. He could see in the corner of his eye that she bit her lip and her eyes watering.

"Mother, what is going on?" He asked and took out a small napkin to wipe a tear trailing a dark path down her white powdered face.

She started sobbing and inhaled violently as more tears fell. Bilbo looked angry at Balin, cursing under his breath. "What have you told her?!"

"It is not what I have said, it is what she has." He put his right hand on her thigh and looked her in the eyes. "It pains me to see a woman cry. But everything has already been arranged, my dear. You called for me, and for my services."

Belladonna closed her eyes and nodded slowly and turned to Bilbo. "You are 20 already, my son. And you need to get married. So I have called for Balin to take you to the east and there you will marry his master."

Bilbo was dumbfounded and just stared at his mother in wonder. Could she really do that?

She continued. "Everything has been arranged, all you have to do is follow master Balin to the harbour and sail away."

Balin nodded and took a puff of his pipe. "The boat leaves tomorrow."

Bilbo rose from his seat. "I am to marry a man?!" This was absurd. He would not allow this, not at all! "What about my opinion?"

"My lord is a respected Khal and he would not let anyone else but him have you. It is not uncommon among the Dothraki that two males marry." Balin answered.

"And people get married away all the time, my dear." Belladonna continued "You'll learn how to love him. And I've taught you all of your life how to please a man. Have I not? You will do just fine." She stood up and tried to hug her son but he pushed her away.

"I won't do it! I am perfectly fine here." Bilbo was so angry that he shook and was ready to storm out of the room but Balin put his hands on Bilbos shoulders.

"I understand, boy. But your mother has planned this for a long time and the Dothraki are already making the preparations for you wedding. The Khal would skin me if I arrived without his bride. You have no choice, I am afraid" he said.

Bilbo looked once again into his mother's eyes; those grey eyes were filled with tears as she whispered, barely noticeable, "Please".

Bilbo sighed. "Okay, I'll do it. For you, mother."