Renly is Twenty Seven, give or take, this is relevant.
This is a rewrite of my Orryn Story, I never should have deleted it. I am struggling with OCD and Bipolar, but my meds are really helping. It has made it easier to write better and more full stories without deleting them.
I want to make a story without any innate political ties. Help please!
'Orryn Baratheon... Baratheon...I still cannot believe it.' Orryn thought looking at himself in the mirror, dressed in noble black clothes, etched with the Stags of his house. "How did it come to this?"
He knew though, alway knew...
Growing up in Kingslanding to a poor ex whore, a monsterous woman who beat him daily, the moment she died when he was eight years old he was picked up by Renly Baratheon personally.
"You will be my heir, from here until the day I die."
And that was his life now, living to be the Heir of Renly. From what he learned, his father had been forced to lay with his mother when he was a mere eleven years old when rumors spread on his interest in men. She got pregnant, as was typical, but kicked out for that reason. His father, broken from this in many ways, had him turned into hsi heir since he could likely not produce one with a woman otherwise.
And so Orryn became his heir, studying daily. Combat, Strategy, Politics, and anything else he could want. He lived in the Stormlands, away from Kingslanding, and dedicataed himself to becoming the best he could. Refusing to give up the gift he had been given, of endless food and a lack of beatings, he made an oath, several actually.
To never harm the low born without good reason, and to always serve the people. A student of history and life, he saw no purpose in such things.
To never abuse his wife or children, as he was hurt by his mother.
To never force love or sex on another, as was forced onto his father.
And finally to make the world a better place before he died.
There were more oaths, but those kept closest to his heart.
One day, when Orryn was sixteen, he was instructed to join a precession to Kingslanding. Jon Arryn was dead, and it was time to go with the King to elect a new Hand of the King.
This was the day when things started to change, when his life started on a path to a future he could never imagine... and life became infinitely more difficult.
Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.
This was a joy to write.
Love, your Ninja Overlord,
Mika.