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    Boremund reached a hand up to tug at the thick copper torc around his neck. He was dressed well for the occasion. Belting a patterned green tunic that fell nearly to his knees, coupled with several rings wrought in bronze and gold that clinked when he fidgeted.

    Ned scratched his chin. The air awkward and silent, “Your father is an easy man to get on with. He will like you same as he did last, I’m sure of it.”

    That brought a fleeting smile to his face. Though fear was still there. For all that man, all that muscle and coarse black hair, all that thickness in his jaw, he looked a frightened doe. A frightened, seven-foot doe. A sweet boy, too sweet for Robert maybe. Ned could not say.

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    Robert Baratheon fathers a bastard boy on Mors Umber's only daughter in 279 AC. Canon divergent, OC-Centric.

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