DISCLAIMER: I do not own Game of Thrones/A Song Of Ice and Fire. There might be some grammatical errors, since I am not the best writer in the world.

This is a rewrite of my previous story with it being more grammatically correct.

Prologue – New Life

Beyond the waves and crashes of the Narrow Sea, on an island of barren rocks and old dragon gargoyles facing the sea.

The highborn lords and ladies of Dragonstone were celebrating; it was a joyous occasion for such a celebration on this day.

The day was to be cherished because members of House Florent had prideful and self-righteous; they were the ones throwing the celebrations in the first place.

There were many foods imported from the Reach and some from the Stormlands to enjoy the festivities. Inside the castle of Dragonstone, the banners of House Florent and House Baratheon were waving proudly through the winds.

The reasons for the celebrations were for Lady Selyse and Lord Stannis; they had produced a trueborn Baratheon boy, an heir.

This meant an advancement for House Florent, having a boy who had ancient blood of House Gardener.

Most of the nobles around the island never thought the Lord and Lady of Dragonstone will have a son; the Seven had blessed them with good fortunes.

The cashing of the waves at sea were drowned out by the music playing through the hallow castle walls, there were few singers playing music which grated the Lord of Dragonstone himself.

Such music and songs were only common to the nobility of the South, whom cherished the songs of chivalry and courtly love.

Lady Selyse was in her bedchambers cradling her newborn son in her arms; he had blue eyes and black hair, as there was nothing Florent about her son, he was all Baratheon. She was smiling, as she had done her duty to her husband to give him a son to take after him.

The Lady of Dragonstone was welcoming of her Florent relatives, as they were celebrating her son's birth and being brought into the world.

Selyse had her own special little boy to love and to care for; she knew she will be able to give her husband other children in the future.

"My lady...you should join the festivities." her Uncle Axell had appeared at the doors of the bedchambers.

Her Uncle and most of the Florent relatives were staying on the island, only at Selyse's behest to have some kind of family around her.

"I would like to spend a few more moments with my son, uncle" Selyse replied sternly, "There is nothing Florent in him"

"It doesn't matter; you have a son and an heir."

"I'm glad that day is finally here."

"The rest of our house sends their good fortunes to you from Brightwater Keep."

"Even my foolish cousin Delena, whom had spoiled my wedding bed and spawned a bastard."

"The gods are smiling on you, it doesn't matter, and it was their crime, not yours."

Selyse cooed at her son, as her uncle smiled at her. "Doesn't he look sweet...so solemn and silent?"

"What have you named him?"

"I have thought of naming him after Lord Stannis's father, but he is not receptive of having his children being named for the dead."

"Have you thought of a name?"

"Jacob...Lord Stannis had liked the name when we discussed it."

"I will ask the servants to bring food to your chambers."

"He hardly cries; he is sound asleep." She said, with her uncle exiting the bedchambers.

The woman had developed a dislike of her foolish cousin Delena, who had spoiled her wedding bed to Lord Stannis for her own selfish desires.

As a result of such dishonour, Delena was to be married off to some hedge knight to pay for her shame, to be married off and out of her father's way.

She felt a lot of affection and love for the son she had borne. The boy may have been conceived from duty but he will be raised with love.

"She should have thought of that before she stupidly soiled my wedding bed with the king."

The babe in her arms was silent and fast asleep. Her son Jacob was in the image of his father, as he had nothing Florent about him.

No sharp nose or large ears, as he was all Baratheon in looks. Selyse had felt some pride in knowing, she had done her duty to give her husband a son.

A son, who could take after his father and further the Baratheon bloodline for the future.

Selyse was fortunate that her son didn't inherit the known ugliness of the members of her family, which the lords and ladies of the South mock them for.

The Lady of Dragonstone sensed it in her heart her little boy would grow up to be someone special.

"My son will be a great man; I know he will make me and his father proud one day."

Her boy will grow up to be an honourable and dutiful young man, who will make his house proud and take his rightful place as the rightful Lord of Dragonstone and Storm's End.