Is our universe unique? From science fiction to science fact, there is a concept that suggests that there could be other universes besides our own, where all the choices you made in this life played out in alternate realities. The concept is known as a "parallel universe," and is a facet of the astronomical theory of the multiverse
Sliding Door
He was getting drunk. 'Why did you have to quit your job son?'
'My boss is an asshole. I'd rather work as a janitor than be his puppet.'
And here he was watching a TV show his favorite show on HBO. Drinking to his jobless state and breakup with his girlfriend whom he caught talking to his fling.
'I know you don't love him'
'I don't know what I want' his girlfriend's voice
'I know you want to leave him. Just tell him so and we could be together'
'That is not easy, besides-'
'What did we even started Jessica?' it was her colleague. He didn't even want to hear it anymore. He threw the bouquet of flowers on the trash can. Even his sim card.
Walk away from everyone. Walk away from every pain. You deserve better. He wished he could start his life again somewhere where he could do what he wants and just don't care for everyone.
He slowly remembered he was watching a show. He slowly put his headset on and drift to sleep.
"Do you think he's dead?"
He heard some voices in his heads.
"I don't think so. Lord Stark won't be happy when he learns his boy was stripped naked."
Strange. His father was dead and this accent was not parisians. He slowly open his eyes and saw an old man must be on his 30's with a strange clothes and two indian looking siblings with two indian looking couple. He did not go to india and he was in paris. He blinks twice.
"Who are you?" he said groggily he looked around trying to look for his alarm clock. He stood and the blankets went down leaving him with only his boxers.
"Good Lord! My Lord you dare stood naked in front of ladies!" the mother indian looking said
"Sorry. Perhaps if you saw my clothes?" he said nonchalantly and the young boy laughs the girl looks away giggling
"How dare you speak to me like that! Is that how your lord father raised you?"
"What?" he asked cluelessly
"My Lord Stark if you please wear this on I won't have my daughter and ladies here stare at your small clothes that is too revealing?" the long haired man said
'What's up with this Lord and Stark'
"Finally." he took the clothes "Sorry ladies, I know I'm too sexy to look out but my body is for your eyes only" he winks at them and the girls were giggling
The man coughs and called his attention.
"Perhaps we could talk in private my lord?"
"Yeah sorry. Can you tell me where I am? I hate to be ignorant I must have been sleep walking you know?" he said and the siblings laughs
"You are at High tower my lord"
"High tower? Where is this?" the man sighs
"Perhaps we could take him outside Lord Leyton" the boy said
He ignored them and remembered his phone which is at the long wooden chair. 'Weird where the heck am I? I remember I was sitting on a couch'
He took his phone and wear his headphone on his shirt. They looked at him weirdly. He followed the indian looking teens.
"Where are we going?"
"Outside because you look lost lord Stark"
'Stark'
"Gods my head is aching"
"Where have you been really my lord? Lord Leyton had not expected you to be here quite frankly" the girl said
"I just remembered watching then thinking about..." he stopped and look around. He saw the building, It is a massive stepped tower with a beacon on top to guide ships into port.
'Port? there is no port at that Hotel de Crillon?'
"Alright. Where am I exactly?" he asked them
"Are you serious?"
"Dead serious"
"Old Town. At Lord Leyton Hightower's castle. Have you really hit your head Lord Brandon?"
'Old Town? High tower? Lord Brandon?..Stark Stark..Stark of got'
"Holy macaroni. No shit! Fuck the hell! Wait so wait" he started prancing around
"If you guys are indian looking ones. You must be from Dorne?" he asked and the siblings look at him bewildered
"What do you mean by indian looking?" ask the boy he must be Oberyn who has a temper
"It means good looking people" he said easily "Gods. Why the hell.." he looks around and pinch his cheeks causes the girl to laugh
"Sorry I know I am acting strange. Will you excuse me? I have to uh.. well hit my head somewhere" he said and waved at them both
He ran off away with them. Taking a breathe. Why? How?
'He wished he could start his life again somewhere where he could do what he wants and just don't care for everyone.'
"Fuck" he cursed on the winds
"So I really am in Westeros? On got world where everyone freaking dies" he breathes and curses himself
"So the guys back there must be the martells. Oberyn shit and Princess Elia" he said and he heard a giggle at his back
"Don't let oberyn hear you call him shit. Have you already remembered everything my lord?" she asked sweetly
'She's beautiful. Exotic beauty they usually say. How can Rhaegar shit set aside his wife? She looks sweet and innocent, prim and proper'
The princess blush in his gaze. He realized he was staring intently
"Sorry.. I was just not really thinking clearly" he said and gave her a smile
"You must have hit your head that hard, If you remember now then I guess you hit your head earlier?"
"Ha-ha. Well no. The alcohol just gave me some kick. It's my first time drinking" he said and she smiled
"You quite give Lord Leyton a headache my lord"
"Well he gave me a fright too staring at my face when I woke up, I was scared to know that I must have slept with him" he said cluelessly and she laughs which causes the sailors to look at them
"Are all northerners funny?" she asked
"Not that I know of. Lord Umber is quite the guy though very very happy guy" he said and the princess smiled. They were called back by oberyn by running towards them, and that Lord Hightower had called them for breakfast.
He apologized for his improper behavior towards Lord Leyton playing a proper medieval lord in medieval times. He scarcely eaten, he was craving for pizza.
'Aaargg I wished I had wished for a different world. Harry potter is ok or maybe at star wars, or anime world'
He was called back to his thoughts when the parents of Elia had asked him if when he will depart north.
"You wound me my lady, am I to assume you do not like my presence here?" he teased and the lady glared at him
"No. Forgive me but it was really unusual that a northerner will come here"
"The high tide of fate had brought me here Princess, as if my fate was telling me I will find my other half here" he said and then winks at Elia.
"You believe in that folly Lord Stark?" asked Lord hightower
"Of course! There's nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be..." he said and the room went quiet
"But I always believe that the only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to. In the end it will only be a matter of choice" he grins and chop off the meat. No one had expected that of him. He saw the dad of Elia and Oberyn smile though, even the old man.
"
That night he had sent a raven to his father telling him where he was and that he will be home soon as soon as he learned some things at old town. He decided to read and read and be a friend to the old man's daughter and son her daughter Lynesse whom Jorah the balding bear had fallen in love with, which he cannot fault Jorah, she was beautiful. But meh he rejects her advances.
"Why do you spend your time here Brandon? There's a lot to see on the ports"
"I have to feed my mind Baelor now shut up, sit down and read too. Help me with these maps will you?" he said and Baelor stomps his feet and followed him. Ever since he saw him fighting the sailors with his karate moves he excitedly want to learn it.
"Are you and Princess Elia.. you know?"
"What? Have you been spying?" he asked
"Well I saw you two kissing as well as my sister. She was heartbroken" he said whispering
"Oh joy. Well he could fall in love with someone else, I am not the one for your sister maybe she can marry a bear for all I care" Baelor frowns
"Don't be mean, she's still my sister and she really likes you you know?"
"I know. I like her too, as a person. She's sweet that's why I won't lead her to any hope between us"
"Then you and Princess Elia?"
"No. It's just a goodbye kiss. She's royalty. She is destined to marry some prince, probably with dragon's breath" Baelor laughs and the maesters shush them. They grin with each other and was thinking of causing mischief to the citadel. He and Baelor had been close and they had been all around the city swmming, training and enjoying things. His father had permitted him to foster with Lord Leyton in a year. So he will have to learn things. He told Lord Leyton if he could teach him economics, trades and effective deals. So he had gone to the port and help the captains and merchants. Even Lynesse had been tagging along.
He adjust to life here and he had actually written to Lyanna and Benjen that soon one day they will travel to Yi-Ti after his fostering.
Elia I
He found the northerner quite charming, funny and strange but most of all he was very handsome. She had been happy for a short period of time atleast. Oberyn kept teasing her for her obvious liking to the heir of Winterfell. Her mother and father had been happy too. Brandon had written to his father and had asked him to stay longer on Oldtown, she envy him. He does what he wants, so carefree and easy to laugh. Flirty but he was still a gentleman. At first she thought of him as a crazy northerner lost in the south. He was sprawling words that are weird, he and oberyn too had sparred and his techniques was new to her brother which causes him to lose to Lord Stark. She remembered one time she was disrespected by sailors and Brandon had fought them by his hands and feet. Good thing he had not used his sword and only knocked them down.
"A golden dragon to your thought dear sister?" oberyn asked
"Stop Oberyn. Just focus on our journey"
"your mind had her own journey me thinks" he said and she glared at him
"There's no use about thinking of him Elia. Mother does not like him. And he will be betrothed to a Northerner soon" she frowns.
"Of all your suitors I like Baelor Breakwind best" oberyn laughs and she can't help but laugh with him too remembering Baelor farted infront of them which causes Oberyn and Brandon laughs at his demise. Thinking of Brandon made her feel sad. She knows that their last night together was a good bye kiss, his lips still lingers on her lips. It warmth her heart that at least she had kissed him good bye.
'But I always believe that the only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to' she remembered what he said
'What if I will tell mother I will be a Lady Stark?' she bit her lip and she realized that they had reached Casterly rock, where her mother will visit her old friend Lady Joana and find the Lannister twins in line as well.
Elia's mother soon eventually broached the subject of marriage to Lord Tywin, first suggesting a match between Cersei and Oberyn, next a match between Elia and Jaime. Lord Tywin refused both matches brusquely, informing her how Cersei was meant to marry Prince Rhaegar and suggesting the new-born Tyrion Lannister as betrothed to Elia instead, which was taken as an insult.
She and the rest of her family had then departed and set sail home. Her mother had been seething in anger and she would likely not going to see reason when she will want to talk about her feelings with Brandon.
Weeks had passed she was called by her mother as she was excitingly telling her that she will be one of the chosen ladies to attend court to which the King will choose a lady for the Prince Rhaegar.
She cried and ran away. 'This is not happening' she said as she watch the sun sets down by the sea, remembering her time with Brandon at the docks.
"Sweetling?" she wipes her tears away
"What's the matter? Aren't you happy? This is all I could do for you to find a better match, which if the King chose you he'll be perfect candidate" she said and she shook her head
"What about what I want mother? would that make you happy too?" her mother gave her a sad smile
"This is about Brandon right?" she widens her eyes but nods
Her mother sighs. "He is handsome and yes it would be a nice match, but he's a northerner sweetling"
"What's wrong with that? He saves me from a pool of rowdy sailors and even was kind and gentle" her mother scoffs
"Playful and flirty too"
"He's just playful mother. I don't think he's unfaithful" she thinks.
"Would you really want him? You will be living at North. Besides Rhaegar is a much better match"
"Mother-"
"Just do your duty Elia. God knows he's never serious in any way and I'm sure he will only hurt you. I won't have him Elia" she said and she continued to cry and wishing she could run away with Brandon.