On a stormy night on 283 ac the trueborn son of Robert Baratheon and Cersei Lannister was born, named Lyonel Baratheon.
Cersei thought it was another child between her brother, Jamie Lannister and herself. She was mistaken, once she saw the black patch of hair on his head she knew this child was Robert's. Unlike Joffrey who was 1 year older than Lyonel. Robert and Lyonel got along quite nicely, it would almost seem like the Joffrey knew he wasn't truly a Baratheon seeing as he always was closer with Jaime rather than with Robert.
Lyonel always was a rather peculiar child. He always stood out amongst his siblings. His eyes were the same story. While the Baratheon's all had the similar blue eyes, he had a blue and a green eye. The only one in the family to have such different eye colors. As he grew up alongside Joffrey thinking he was his older brother they got along quite nicely although their personalities were different. While Joffrey was mean and cruel, Lyonel was a kind and gentle soul, rather silent but he meant no harm to anyone.
Once Tommen and Myrcella were born he soon realized he wasn't the only one who was gentle. He still spent more time with Joffrey even though Tommen and Myrcella were the kind ones. When he turned 7 he got quite the surprise, his father was sending him off to Storm's End. To be fostered by Renly Baratheon, Robert's younger brother. When his father brought him the news he immediately tried to talk his father out of sending him away seeing as he didn't want to get separated from Joffrey. "No father, please. I don't want to go. I want to stay here with Joffrey, Tommen, and Myrcella!" Was all the protest he could get out before he started crying. Robert comforted him telling him he's just going to stay with Renly for a while.
"Welcome to Storm's End Lyonel. Our ancestral castle", Robert announced. "This looks magnificent father." Was all I could stammer out. "You'll be spending quite some time here, but you'll be fine. You will return to me soon. Don't worry about that." My father's words rolled out of his mouth. I had a hard time believing them but I knew he would keep his word. He always does. "Hello brother, hello Lyonel." Uncle Renly, who came riding out with his sworn shields greeted Robert. "Ah brother, what a fine day out here isn't it." It was obvious that they didn't like each other. Their words laced with disgust.
"The feast will start soon brother, when will you be leaving?" Renly spoke up after silence fell over us riding into the castle. The people cheering for their king and his brother. "I will leave tomorrow. The king's road is too damn long to do in the night." He simply nodded and lead us to the stable. "My sworn shield, Ser Robar Royce, will guide Lyonel to his room. If you will follow me brother. We have important business to attend to." Ser Robar said hello to me and then guided me to my room, where I would be staying for now on. "The feast will start soon, my Prince. I was told to tell you to get ready for it." With that he left the room, leaving me alone to get ready for the oncoming feast. My room was quite spacious with a nice view of the sea. When I was ready a servant who stood outside my door brought me to the hall, I noticed the feast was still in preparation so I went outside to take a walk on the castle grounds. During my walk I noticed how the smell and view were a lot better than the one's in King's Landing. The smell of urine was nowhere to be found and there were plants outside the gardens. When I finished my walk I noticed there was a single man training on the training grounds. He wasn't like any other I've ever seen. He seemed to be dressed in a green cloak, with the patterns of the forests, something a knight wouldn't wear. On his back was a quiver full of arrows and a longbow. I remember seeing them during in the royal armory when me and Joffrey snuck in there one time. He also seemed to be using 2 knifes. On his belt was 1 longer knife and about 10 shorter knifes, seemingly to be made for throwing. I remember Ser Barristan pointing out some weapons after I asked him what sort of weapons he disliked but I have never seen the 2 he was using nor the ones on his belt. I was staring at him training when I heard somebody behind me. It's father. "Lyonel, the feast is going to begin, will you come in with me?" It would seem the archer also heard him because he turned around and said bowed before Robert. "Your Highness." My father addressed him. "Rise, what's your name?" He asked.
"Derreck Storm, your Highness." He replied, I heard that last name before. He was a bastard. "Ah, a bastard. Are you a part of Renly's retinue?"
"I'm a ranger, your Highness. I'm specially trained for scout roles." He was a bit prouder saying that, his voice was different than when he said his last name. "Aren't you a bit young to already be training for a ranger? You must be like 18?" "Yes I am, your Highness. I'm getting trained early since they found out how good of a hunter I am." Father seemed to be thinking for a moment. "Why don't you join us at the feast. You don't seem an arse licking spite like some of these people my brother brought here and my son seems rather intrigued by you." Derreck was surprised to hear this. Getting invited to a feast by your king must be something special. "I would be glad to, Your Highness." Robert smiled. Well, let's get going then, the feast should have already started. When we walked inside the main hall, the feast had indeed already begun. Seeing as I was the only young child in attendance of nobility, Derreck sat next to me. Something unusual for a bastard. He told me about all the dangerous and exciting missions he went on during the feast. I listened with full attention to his stories. Never have I been so caught up in stories as I was in his ones. During the courses Derreck ate a lot. He looked muscled so I think it's necessary, the downside of being a soldier I guess is that you can't eat every time. I wish I could go on adventures like his, they sounded super exciting.