This is my attempt at a no magic story, one entirely void of powers. Let's see how I do.
We will see past events as flashbacks now that the general gist is started.
My name is Orryn Baratheon, Son of Renly Baratheon... the only son and heir of Renly Baratheon.
To understand me, you must understand my birth. Renly... well, there were interesting rumors on my father very early on in life. When he turned twelve, he was forced by his brother King Robert into a Brothel, where the King chose a lady he had lad with many times to lay with my unhappy father, to prove how much of a man he was.
I was conceived this way, and for seven long years I knew nothing but my mother's cruelty and harsh poverty. She had been removed from the brothel, having never recovered from my birth. Nothing seemed to be going well until the day my father returned, pulling me from my poverty stricken home.
"You are my heir, and will be from this point until the day I no longer walk this earth." Renly had seemed... relived, but also uncomfortable around me. I would not understand until later why...
I was taken away to Storm's End from that moment on, raised on a mixture of books and combat for years. Day in and our, my life was structured into learning one thing or another. I read on politics, history, mathematics, science, and strategy. Coming from little, I devoured books at a pace my Maester said was unusual for one that had previously be illiterate. I had once prayed to become a Maester, so this was something I enjoyed. I really enjoyed history, and focused on Mathematics and Strategy due to their need in the past.
I learned how to wield a bow, a blade, a spear, a hammer. I was smaller than most Baratheons, years of poverty hampered that my Maester said. That being said, I was fast, I was strong and I was skilled. I was no Jamie Lannister, but I was good. Especially with a bow. At my own request, I learned the basics of medical treatment. Living as I once had, I knew the value of such talents.
To my own pleasure, I also learned about art. I have loved singing my entire life, drawing, painting and even sowing. It made me happy, it soothed me. There was few things more stressful than suddenly being forced to become the heir to an entire realm! Each day, I would play on my lyre, or draw with coal in my books, or even write poetry.
My life was one lesson after another, with so little room for fun beyond my art or connections of any kind. I made no friends, had no allies and was just working myself raw. I had wishes, though, things to accomplish. Knowing my history and of the state of our realm, I only wanted to make things better. I could do it. So I set rules for myself, many there were, but a few stood out. Never bear a bastard, never abuse a woman or child, and always give back to the common folk.
To that last part, I made vows that when I gained power over Storm's End I would make sure come true. I would make sure all feasts were shared with local orphanages. I would make sure that clothing was made for children, that jobs were created for anyone that needed the money. I had tasted truest poverty, I would not allow such things to harm those innocents I could protect.
Renly was never around, sticking to Kingslanding as the Master of Law, so I barely knew my father. I never even met the King, my Uncle... that was, until I was summoned to the Capital to join my Uncle as he hurried to Kingslanding.
It there, the day I met my Uncle, when I had turned thirteen, that everything started to change,... when my training, endless though it was, really began to take root and I started to matter.
Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.
This was a blast. I really enjoyed this, it sets things up really well.
Love, your Ninja Overlord,
Mika.