Shivering, Dagmer followed the Knights who lead him towards the castle. He was terrified every single step of the way. Growing up in a whore house, he had seen countless knights who mistreated... well, everyone. No one scared him more. 'Why do they want me? I'm the son of a whore without a father. I know nothing, and nothing!'

The stares of the people around him left Dagmer breathless, he knew they would jeer or scream or hit him at a moment's notice. They did it often enough during public executions or trials. He hoped they would hold off, at least until he made it towards wherever the Knights were taking him.

Their march led them to the Castle, up the stairs and into the halls. Everything amazed him, his eyes drank in the sights of beautiful tapestry, colorful clothing and countless statues. It was incredible, and yet the fear remained.

And then they stopped, in front of a door made of wood with two Golden colored Knights standing guards.

His mother was by the door, much to his suprise. She looked as terrified as he was, even as she leaned down and brushed his hair out of the way. "I need you to behave, baby. Your..." She gulped for a moment, her already fair skin loosing the little color it had. "I need you to behave for your father."

Before he could so much as twitch in response the door opened at a sudden command, and he was pushed in where he was face to face with a man. He was in early twenties, with dark hair and blue eyes. Dressed in lovely clothes, surpassing anyone who visited his mother's whorehouse, the man looked like the epitome of royalty. And yet he looked deeply uncomfortable.

"Hello... Dagmer, My name is Renly Baratheon... and I, I am your father."

The man's words were too much as Dagmer stumbled, looking utterly baffled at the older man. "What?" He froze, looking at his feet. "How... my mother never mentioned you, Mlord?"

Sighing deeply, Renly leaned into his hands. "On my eleventh name day, my Brother the King, took me down to a brothel. Your mother had served my brother before and so he had her serve me, make me a man in his own words." Renly rubbed his arm, looking deeply uncomfortable. "A few months ago, your mother was serving my brother and informed me that I had a son." His words were cold, uncomfortable and shaky. It was clear he was not happy to be having this conversation. "Most Bastards never meet their parent, and even less of those are openly acknowledged. It is little wonder you never knew of me. Your mother could have had her tongue removed had she announced your heritage without my blessing."

The world shook as a deep fear for his mother's safety overtook him, or well it seemed to shake... and then it settled. "Oh... so, does that make me a Storms or a Waters? My mother was in Kingslanding, Mlord, and you are from the Stormlands."

O " Waters, you were born here... Your Mother and I have decided that you are to stay here in the castle." At the total silence Dagmer gave, he nodded towards the door. "Loras will take you to your chambers, where you will be outfitted."

'How in the Seven Hells did this happen?' The urge to sob overtook him as he was dragged from his father's office, watching his sobbing mother reach towards him. He knew this might be the last time he got to see her... he prayed, to all of the gods, that such a fate would never befall him...

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Chapter Over, Tell me what you think in the Reviews.

I always wanted to see a child of Renly, he is never interested in being king though... this kid has other goals, or well he will. This chapter was supposed to seem sudden as Dagmer was never informed as to what was going on.

I hope you all enjoy!

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.