For the Realm
Copyright© 2026 by Carlos Santiago
Chapter 10: The Making of Men
Fan Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 10: The Making of Men - Two years after Robert's Rebellion, three foreigners visit Tywin Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock, during his breakfast and alter the course of history for the Seven Kingdoms.
Caution: This Fan Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Blackmail Coercion Consensual Reluctant Romantic Fan Fiction Farming Military Mystery War Alternate History Far Past Magic Cheating Wimp Husband RAAC Polygamy/Polyamory Cream Pie Big Breasts Politics Prostitution Revenge Royalty Slow Violence
The idea of knowing the balance sheet for the crown’s expenses was the most annoying part of being king. Counting coppers was what Robert Baratheon called it, and he loathed every second of it.
Unfortunately, since giving up drinking, Robert knew he needed to have a more direct hand in his ruling. While he was not entirely sure of all of Littlefinger’s figures, for the most part, the crown spent quite a lot. Money was even being set aside for some large loan Robert had taken out after becoming king. Armies needed to be fed, people needed to be happy. Kings were apparently expected to do so.
He sat behind his desk with a ledger open before him, staring at numbers that seemed determined to multiply whenever he looked away.
“How much gold do we have?”
Jon Arryn had asked him that question more times than Robert could remember.
“Seven hells,” Robert muttered. “I am king. I should not have to waste my time doing this shit!”
He should not have attempted to rule and be sober. The idea was a farce at best. However, to protect Lyanna’s child, he knew he could not be a drunk for extended periods of time. Otherwise, someone would discover that Jon Stark was more than he appeared.
While Robert had recognized him as a Stark, and he signed a paper as a Targaryen, just in case Joffrey or Tommen did not work out, the whole situation was becoming a problem.
Oh how he wished he could ride on his horse, get unbelievably drunk, plow maidens and go off into the sunset. Never was this the life for him.
Then a knock came from the door, and he bid whoever they were to enter, and the door opened.
Robert looked up.
Jaime Lannister entered with Ser Barristan Selmy behind him. Whatever he was thought was coming, this was unexpected.
“Kingslayer!” Robert bellowed. “What brings you here?”
Jaime bowed his head, which was not something Jaime regularly did. That told the Baratheon that this was important.
“Your Grace. I have come to ask a favor.”
Robert leaned back.
“Oh! This ought to be good.”
“Whether you know it or not, for the last year, I have been training the Stark boy.”
Robert’s expression changed at the mention of Lyanna’s son.
“Jon?”
Jaime nodded.
“Yes. I have been teaching him everything I know of combat, as he is a ward of my father, and he does very well.”
“Ha! Of course he does! He’s a Stark, blood of my best friend!” Robert said with a grin.
“Well be that as that may,” Jaime said, trying to keep a modicum of respect. “He’s better than most boys his age and learns quickly. If he continues as he has, he could become an exceptional swordsman.”
Robert glanced at the two, confused as to where this was going.
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