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1. Gaemon Targaryen
🕑 Added 2024-09-11 08:37:46 +0000 UTCWinterfell, The North
103 AC
Benjen Stark POV
"How is my cousin, Maester?" inquired Rickon Stark, the current lord of Winterfell, his tone laden with concern. Surrounding him were the other Starks residing in Winterfell, including his brother Bennard and Rickon's own wife, Gilliane Glover, both equally anxious about the well-being of their cousin and cousin-in-law respectively.
"The young prince is well, my Lord. He merely lost consciousness after falling from his pony on the rocks. He just needs a night's rest.," the Maester reported to his liege Lord. A sense of relief was evident on the faces of the Starks following his report.
"Will he be awake before tomorrow morning, Maester?" Benjen inquired, receiving a single nod in response from the Maester. Reassured that his cousin would awaken soon and was not in serious danger, Benjen granted the Maester leave to depart.
"Let's also rest, brother. I doubt that even with today's injuries, our cousin will cease his all-day mischief," Bennard said, smiling to lighten the mood. And indeed, a smile graced the faces of the Lord and Lady of Winterfell, acknowledging that their cousin wouldn't go easy on them with his pranks, even after being injured today.
"Then let us not detain you any further, brother. Take your rest; we too shall retire to our chambers," I said to my brother. He rose, wished us a good sleep, and took his leave. Turning to my wife, I extended my hand towards her and asked, "Shall we retire to our chambers, my lady?"
"Yes, my dear lord," she said, taking my hands with her beautiful smile, and together we began to make our way towards our private chambers to rest.
Winterfell, The North
103 AC
MC POV
I woke up gasping as the memories that had been playing before me came to an abrupt end. I began looking around to confirm whether what I had seen matched the memories stored in my head. I reached out my hand towards my cheek, bracing for the slap that would confirm whether this was reality or just another dream. I often have dreams, but none have ever felt as vivid as this.
After slapping my cheek, the only sensation was pain, and I did not rose back on my room. I rose and walked towards the windows in my chamber to open them. As I did, a fresh and cold breeze began to fill the space. Yet, I felt no discomfort, even without a cloak or furs to shield me from the chill. I noted this detail in the back of my mind. Then, I closed the windows and made my way back to sit on my bed.
I didn't encounter any Random Omnipotent Being (ROB) or experience anything of the sort in Fanfiction. I only know that I died, though I don't know how. The sensation of death and the chilling cold that came with it still linger in my mind. If possible, I never want to experience that again, especially with regrets. I began sifting through the memories of the child whose body I now inhabit. His name is Gaemon Targaryen, the son of Daemon Targaryen and Arya Stark.
His birthday or name day has recently passed, and his cousin, the Lord of Winterfell, has gifted him a pony. It's not surprising, as the boy had incessantly expressed his desire to ride horses to his cousin. During his ride on the gifted pony, he tragically fell onto the rocks and lost his life. Somehow, my soul took over his body. I sought answers as to why Daemon did not marry Rhea and instead was wed far in the north.
The only thing he knew was that the match had been organized and proposed by the Good Queen Alysanne Targaryen to dispel the rumours that my mother's brother was angry with Jaehaerys for giving the New Gift to the Night's Watch. However, this did not deter my uncle from voting on Laenor and Rhaenys' claim during the Great Council. And with the death of the Good Queen, there was no one to prevent Jaehaerys from sending me here. I don't know how Daemon, now my father, feels about me. But if he shares the same personality as depicted in the books or shows, I'm certain his views on me would not be favourable.
Named after Gaemon the Glorious, the esteemed Lord of Dragonstone before Aegon Targaryen's ambitions grew, I possess brown hair and purple eyes. My childhood memories reveal that I did not inherit my father's renowned handsome features. I may not be remembered as a beautiful prince in the annals, but I wouldn't consider myself unattractive either. The Stark genes are predominant, giving me a slightly elongated face, yet some Targaryen traits are evident. My stature is taller than many children my age, which could be attributed to my paternal grandfather, who was also noted for his impressive build.
I mentioned that Stark genes are dominant, not because I inherited most of my physical build and traits from them, but due to the dreams of a child before his untimely death. He dreamt of experiencing the world through the eyes of animals, and these dreams were so frequent that the child gained some control over which animals to visit, unaware that he was skinchanging. He never skinchanged into dogs or wolves, so I couldn't determine if he was a warg or merely a skinchanger. However, with the Stark lineage, it wouldn't surprise me if I am a warg, given their known affinity with wolves, especially Direwolves.
As I sat on my bed contemplating my next steps in a world where lives can be easily lost, in which I wanted to live longer. Being a prince with Stark blood in the North offers some protection, but I can't stay here forever. I yearn to explore the world and discover if it aligns with what I've read in books or if there's more to it. I want to see in person all the famous things I've only seen in the show and read in the book. Claiming a dragon would make this journey easier. While I was deep in thought, a note suddenly appeared from thin air, drifting like a leaf in the wind before landing on my lap. It reads,
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Hey there,
If you're wondering how you ended up in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire, that was my doing. I didn't have any specific purpose; I acted on a whim to see what would happen if the song was sung before its destined time. I also removed some of your memories that contributed to your depression. Additionally, I’ve given you something beneficial—not a system, but enough to help you conquer the world if that’s your goal. I have enhanced your bloodlines, Stark and Targaryen, to be as peak and pure as it could. While there won't be immediate effects, as you develop, you'll discover your limits only when you reach the full potential of your two bloodlines. I hope this is sufficient; if not, there's nothing more to be done. So, do as you wish with your new life.
P.S: - You will discover that this world differs significantly from the G.R.R.M. books or shows you've encountered in your world. Additionally, there is one thing I've created for you to in that world see if you can take it.
]
Well, that answers how I came into this world, not that I would look a gift horse in the mouth. It seems I was mistaken; I had thought Daemon was a Dragonrider, so his blood should possess some magic, especially with dragons still alive. That's why I could skinchange so early, as it is a magical ability. However, it appears I have the potential to reach the pinnacle of the world's most powerful and oldest bloodlines, as the Starks can trace their lineage back at least 8,000 years. Even though House Gardener has gone extinct, the Starks, without being the oldest, have more potential than any other First Men bloodline due to the amount of magical blood they have incorporated over time in their blood.
The Targaryen bloodline is known for seers and Dragonriders; however, there must be more to it. Taming dragons likely involves powers beyond mere beauty and charm. These additional abilities, if they exist, may reveal themselves as one progresses to higher levels. I initially felt excited about the possibilities but have reminded myself that it's not the right time to dwell on them.
I lay on my bed and closed my eyes, needing to sleep and rest to process what had happened and to gather mental energy for when I woke up. My family, the Starks, would not let it go easily as they had advised me against riding alone and suggested taking someone experienced along in case something went wrong.
Comments
khalid musadak
It’s a lore more interesting than any stort
Leery Falcon
It will be something new and awesome.
Matt
Gaemon is bar none the worst Targaryean name
Spooky
This looks like a fun story to read i hope for more chapters soon. Btw good start for the story
