For Tytan these pleasures has soothed the pain of his past miseries in Tartarus.
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However his activities they had eventually become known had somewhat stained Tytan's reputation among the older nobles and the like, with many people comparing him to his drunkard, whore mongering father.
It had taken him up until a few months ago to properly rein himself in, Tytan having to restrain himself from his urges, knowing as he did that they were only there because of his memories with Tartarus, one didn't walked away from the horrors of the pit without scars.
So yes for the most part he had had a good life here in Westeros, far better than it would have been had he been born a commoner, likely if that had happened he would have died young.
Recently though after he had begun to pull himself back together, he had come to a conclusion.
First that yes he had been lucky to be born into the life he had been, but also that he was squandering that life. He was living that life only for his own enjoyment, his own satisfaction. This was the antithesis of the person Tytan believed himself to be.
This is why in recent months Tytan had decided that it was time for him to start learning about how to be a good king. Not a king like his father though, knowing as he did that Robert was an absolute turd of a king, one that made Zeus look semi decent.
Instead Tytan wanted to be a king his people could look up to, one who brought about the betterment of his subjects.
This meant he would have to learn more than just how to fight, or lead in a battle both of which being skills he had acquired when living the life of a simple Demigod, but he would also have to learn how to rule a large kingdom.
Letting out another Tytan turned away from the sprawling lands of the North, ignoring the complaints of the horse beneath him as he instead looked over at the man riding next to him.
The man next to him was Tytan's uncle, a tall blonde man, with green eyes and handsome features. This was Jamie Lannister, Tytan's mother's brother and a member of King Robert's Kingsguard and the one assigned to Tytan's own protection.
Well him alongside the six other Lannister men-at-arms that were riding after the two of them, all of them wearing a mixture of mail and plate armour, with engraved pauldrons and tabards displaying the Lannister lion over their chests.
For the most part Tytan and Jamie got on despite their being a difference in their physical ages and their positions.
After all they bothered loved fighting, and were naturals with a blade, with Tytan having in recent years usurped Jamie's title as the finest swordsman in Westeros, or at least as far as tournaments were concerned.
On top of that they both shared a rather cynical view on life, as well as a general disdain for Robert and a love for Cersei.
Though Tytan suspected the way he loved his mother was very different to the way Jamie loved her. Not that he was going to say anything, he had been or maybe still was a Demigod after all.
Pretty much the entire of Tytan's divine family had been inbred. Hell Annabeth, Tytan's old girlfriend had been his cousin, plus a few naiads he had messed around with had been his half-sisters.
Which is why he wasn't too bothered about Jamie and Cersei's relationship and indiscretions, after all Robert was a shit person and his mother and uncle weren't hurting anyone. As long as they were both happy and kept it to themselves he didn't care.
This was mainly because he had begun to suspect that his three siblings, all of them younger than him with blonde hair and green eyes, Joffrey, Tommen and Myrcella, were in fact the bastard offspring of Jamie and Cersei.
Which if Tytan was right and the truth came out, well he had no doubt that Robert wouldn't just kill Jamie and Cersei but would kill Tytan's siblings too.
Which he would probably make Tytan kill Robert, as he was rather fond of his siblings, or at least Tommen and Myrcelle, he still wasn't sure about Joffrey.
His younger brother having a bit of a psychotic streak in him that occasionally put Tytan on edge.
"Well by the looks of it we should be reaching Winterfell around midday." Tytan said as he looked over at Jamie, before he turned his head and looked over at the fortified city in the distance.
The city being large as far as northern cities went, but still small compared to the massive expanse of King's Landing, the capital of Westeros.
The city they were approaching was known as Winterfell, the largest city in the north and the ancestral home of House Stark, the Wardens of the North, and a family his father was exceptionally fond of. Mainly because of his friendship with the current Lord Stark, Eddard.
In fact Eddard was the reason they were travelling to Winterfell. As a few months prior before this prolonged journey north began, the former Hand of the King, Jon Arryn, the King's adviser and a long time father figure to both Robert and Eddard had died.
Which meant that he had needed to be replaced, hence the entire royal family along with a grand procession taking a three month journey up north just so Robert could ask Ned Stark to be his Hand, something the fat King could have done in a raven. With Tytan having mentioned this possibility to his father several times.
"Yes, though knowing our luck it will take us another day." Jamie replied in a bored voice as he looked at the royal procession trailing behind them before looking over at his nephew, a slight smile tugging at his face.
Tytan Baratheon, the Crown Prince of Westeros. He was a handsome man, which was something that no one could deny.
His features were a perfect mix of Lannister and Baratheon, with Tytan having sea green eyes, short, thick black hair and a strong powerfully built body.
The man fit the role of Crown Prince perfectly, from both the way he looked and the way he acted.