Since when was finding a fucking kitchen so difficult, I swear I have searched for half an hour but to no avail.

Somehow I feel this is the fault of the author.

(Author: It's your imagination. I assure you)

A total lie, but who am I to question the only god this fiction has, right? you damn bastard.

(Author: Haa, the kitchen is the second door to the right. Please don't fault me for everything little thing that troubles you. I swear you have Zoro's sense of direction sometimes)

Who the hell has Zoro's sense of direction you fucker. I dare you say that to my face.

(Author: )

Oy you heard me right? You heard me, don't you dare act like you didn't, I'll kill you. I'll break your kintama then kill you.

...

Tch. He ran away.

After that healthy those of friendship between us I asked for some bread and meat at the kitchen to make myself a simple sandwich.

While walking through the corridors absentmindedly I ended up in the exterior of the palace, specifically at the training yard, though my attention was not on the training dummies or the squires training, not even on the kingsguard knight that was currently engaged in a spar, but his opponent.

Aerys Targaryen; the future Mad King.

However, despite his future self, he didn't look one bit the bat-shit crazy pyromaniac he would one day become. Rather he looked quite dashing in his armor, keeping his hair long till it reached his back and he kept it loose. Although he was still rather young, fourteen if memory serves me right.

Besides the two, watching them slash at one another with blunted swords stood a kid that could be no older than twelve or thirteen with black hair and clear blue eyes. Besides him a golden haired teenager that looked my age. His face was if set on stone, not changing expression one bit no matter how much time passed.

As I was thinking about whether he would look like Charles Dance in the future or not, a loud sound of metal against metal brought me out of trance.

Looking towards the source I saw the prince parrying a strike but failing to see the kick that hit his leg making him lose balance and eventually falling to the ground.

The kingsguard sheathed his sword and helped Aerys stand up.

"Aren't you going to join them my lord?" someone spoke from behind me.

(Jesus Christ!)

Immediately I spun around to face the speaker while my hand reached for my sword –It must be said that while Beginner kenbunshoku allows me to feel ill intent and attacks the same cannot be said knowing when someone is near me, that is for when I reach Medium level, so I can get pretty nervous and in some cases prone to use the sword when someone surprises me-

Fortunately or unfortunately I had left said sword in my chambers so I grabbed nothing but air.

Though all my thoughts of reaching for a weapon disappeared when I became aware of who was speaking to me.

There dressed in a purple silk dress, was a girl who had just become a teenager. Her pale silver-gold hair glistened in the sun and a pair of lilac eyes on her face looked at me with curiosity. This was without a doubt Rhaella Targaryen, daughter of Jaehaerys and future sister-wife of Aerys.

Regaining my composure I replied to her "No, I just came to watch, I've no desire to interrupt the prince and his company"

Before I could take my leave she grabbed my arm with her hands, "Come on I'll introduce you. Despite being a prince my brother lacks friends spending most of his time just with our cousin and Tywin"

Giving a sigh I reluctantly followed her.

After taking a few steps Aerys and the others looked at us.

"Sister, how rare of you to join us, I thought you were with the septa"

"Princess" "Cousin!" Greeted Tywin followed by Steffon.

"I was, but today's classes ended early and I wanted to take a stroll. Then I met him" she pointed at me.

Only now did they seem to become aware of my presence.

"Greetings my Prince, lord Tywin, lord Steffon"

"Nothing of that here" he waved his hand "I would rather not have you call me by my title all the time, I don't want to have another Tywin"

Not showing any offence to that Tywin spoke "It is only proper for us to call you by your title Prince Aerys"

"Ugh, see what I mean, but you still haven't given us a name have you stranger" he extended his hand

I clasped his hand "Daemon, Aerys, my name is Daemon"

"That is a Targaryen name, and you do have Targaryen looks, are you maybe a Velaryon?" asked Rhaella.

"No I am not, though I do have some Targaryen blood in me"

"Really? I've never heard of you"

"It doesn't surprise me. Anyways, changing the subject, I see that you are a decent swordsman Aerys" I didn't mean offense, but in my eyes he was only so-so.

Not taking my words to heart he responded good naturedly "Decent you say? Sounds like you are quite confident in yourself. Care to prove it?"

"Of course" Taking a blunted sword from the weapons rack I took position a few paces before Aerys.

But before he could plunge himself towards me "Wait!"

"What? You getting cold feet"

"Of course not, I just thought of something to get this more interesting"

"Go on"

"How about I put on a blindfold, you win if you strike me within five minutes, and if you can't then it's my win"

He smiled at that "Seems like you can't wait to lose"

Putting on a blindfold I focused, willing my Haki to actively search for any attacks coming towards me.

Not five seconds after the start of our bout, the prince came at me. Downward slash, upward, sweep, diagonal slash, punch. No matter what he threw at me either I parried it or dodged always at the last moment.

Soon the five minutes passed and Aerys was a panting mess after swinging his sword time and time again.

Finally the Prince asked the question that was on everyone's mind

"By-huff- By the Seven-huff- How in the world did you do that?"

"Years of hard work and training" and a manual about training Haki.

"Wouldn't mind learning it myself"

"Oh, Really? Then let me tell you how to achieve this" I motioned him to move closer.

Whispering in his ear, "You get a club" he nodded, "and someone to help you with training and a blindfold" I think he started to realize how the training went by how his face changed to a paler color than it was, "And you get hit again and again and again, until you finally can dodge all attacks"

"I-I think I'll pass"

I nodded, never having thought he would accept.

After that show off for my part, I spent the rest of the day with the trio-Rhaella having left, accompanied by her handmaidens who had been searching for her- and I could say that I had fun, Aerys having taken us to many of the secret passages of the Red Keep. Steffon was quick to agree with whatever the prince proposed though Tywin was thankfully the voice of reason or the Seven know what troubles they would have ended up in.


The next day I was called to a meeting with the King in his private study. I'll admit I was nervous. I knew that Aegon V kept his promises, but that didn't mean that one of his subjects wouldn't try to kill me like Bloodraven did the last time a Blackfyre stepped on King's Landing.

But I was confident, at least in detecting a direct attack on my person, and surviving any fight that wasn't 1vs 40 or more- Haki has a limit on how much I can use it before running out of fuel- so I calmly made my way to his private study.

Exactly as I closed the door, the King looked from his desk and spoke.

"Do you have any idea the trouble you are in?"

"More or less" I replied while scratching my head.

He massaged his temple, "You, young man, are a Blackfyre, do you have any idea of what that means here?"

"Let me think, rebellions, rebellions and more rebellions"

"You seem like you are taking this calmly"

"I came here knowing what could happen to me once my identity was disclosed"

"Yet it was you who told us"

"Better me than your Master of Whispers don't you think so"

He nodded at that, "Yes, you are right about that. If nothing else it proves that you are not a spy of your father. And I have already promised you a pardon even if this just complicates matters even more. Just to make sure, you do know you have no claim to the throne, do you?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "If you mean that super uncomfortable looking monstrosity of a chair you call the Iron Throne then yes I know. Besides, even if I was interested in taking the damn chair I don't think I would be a good king so I would rather swing my sword all day"

"There hasn't been many good Kings in our dynasty and they still ruled"

"That is true; Maegor the Cruel, Aegon the Unworthy and more, truly makes one wonder how you managed to keep your position"

He actually laughed at that "Once we had dragons, but now I have to tread on thin ice when making new reforms"

"And then your son and daughter went and married each other, not to mention your eldest that married a commoner"

He let out a sigh "Indeed, that was a most troublesome matter, but I couldn't say no to them having married because of love myself"

"But" I crossed my arms, "onto more pressing matters, what is to be of me?"

"We will follow with what I promised, but should we announce you as a political hostage will Maelys reconsider if we say we'll kill you?" His eyes glimmered with hope of being able to stop the war without bloodshed.

Unfortunately I couldn't give what he desired, "I am sure if you tell him that he will respond with something like 'kill him then I can make many more sons' and then proceed to smash the head of the messenger"

"Is that so? Then what are your plans?"

"Don't know myself. Maybe I'll stay here till news come about the nine. Since I don't know where they are right now, I'll wait till an opportunity arises"


Turns out I had to wait a long while till said chance happened.

Roughly six months since I arrived at King's Landing news came about the conquest of Myr, one of the cities of the Disputed Lands, by the Band of Nine and their movements towards Tyrosh.

During said time, I made myself a friend of Aerys and Steffon and though Tywin was a difficult man we became as close as someone can be with a man that shows less emotion than a block of stone. We spend much of our time together either out in the city or at the sparring yard. Not much else to do mind you.

I also spent some of my time with the Princess Rhaella and her handmaidens at their insistent request.

Turns out my looks garnered more attention than I gave them credit for. That and the news about me being a Blackfyre took the whole court by storm. I survived no less than five assassination attempts in the first week until they stopped, seeing as they couldn't take me down with few men or poison me since I cooked my own meals for this very same reason. That and me spending much of my time with the royal children gave them few chances to try and kill me.

But I have to thank these assassins; thanks to them I got an idea of how much can I get my killing someone.

A trained knight can get me between 500~1000 points, a normal cutthroat 10~100, and a normal soldier 100~500.

So all in all I earned 2.430 points and lost both my breakfast and appetite. I know it's not much, but I believe once I'm on the field of battle I will earn much more. I've also been training my Haki, though I feel it is useless, I haven't felt any improvement ever since a year ago so I'm stuck at the Beginner level but I don't want to waste my points in something I can acquire through training.

Anyways, once I heard the news about the nine I took the first ship I found to Tyrosh and set sail.

By the time I arrived the army of Maelys was just a week away from the city and that showed itself in the number of mercenaries that had come to the city in search of a contract to defend the city for a high price.

I spent my free time either touring the city, at the pleasure houses or at various taverns to gather whatever information I could find.


They came stealthily in the night of the third day.

In the end, the information that they were a week away was nothing more than a ploy used to make us lower our guards.

Their fleet landed on the port unimpeded-I don't know which son of a bitch opened the water gate- and I who had been so lucky to find out turned and run towards the nearest person I could find.

"Sound the alarm, the bastards are here! Alert the garrison!" I shouted as I neared them.

"Oh, really now? Seems like there's someone left" One of them spoke, and now that I could see them clearly I could make out their drawn swords and the liquid I supposed was blood dripping to the ground.

"Come on, let's take care of him, then we can take as much as we can carry"

Oh, damn it. It didn't take a genius to realize that Tyrosh had been infiltrated and the guards post sabotaged.

Unsheathing my sword I parried a strike aimed to my throat, then took a step back to avoid an axe. Using Haki to strengthen myself I made quick work of them.

"Shit! I forgot to leave one for questioning"

Turning back to the port most of the enemy host had landed and were already raiding whatever they could find, putting a few houses on fire along the way.

I ran towards the enemy sword drawn and ready to strike killing one after the other of those who stood on my way, but otherwise just running around the city trying to search for Maelys.

I made my way to the Archon's house to see if he was here but the only thing I found was a big, big group of sellswords killing as they pleased, filling their pockets with coin and even a few of them raping the slaves. The alarm bells ringing too late to be of much use.

"Hey you! Who the hell are you? I don't remember seeing your face before?"

(What? They found me already?)

"Oh, I know him! He's the Blackfyre's son. The captain offered a thousand gold coins for whoever captures him"

"The hell are you waiting for? Catch him!"

They swarmed me in no time, forcing me to the defensive, they surrounded me and for every man I killed two more took his position hacking at me with their swords and axes as well as trying to stab me.

"Argh!" I cried as one of them slashed at my back and as another pierced my foot.

Seeing as I was wounded they stopped for a few moments, "Just give up boy, put down your weapon and let us take you to your father"

Although infuriated by the words uttered by the would- be- leader of this men, it also gave me time to gather my breath.

(Concentrate. Focus. Don't let the pain distract you. Grit your teeth. Grip your sword. AND FIGHT!)

Opening my eyes I felt as if I was seeing the world for the first time. I could accurately guess how many people were around me, I could feel their emotions of euphoria, bloodlust, and simple lust as well as those of despair and hate. I could feel and differentiate each and every one of these people by their aura alone.

*Ding! Congratulations Host for unlocking Medium Kenbunshoku Haki!

(What, no rewards? That's a shame)

Lifting the sword that I had been using to remain standing I pointed it at the fuckers around me. No words were needed for they knew I would not go down until either them or I died.

"Well, that's a shame" said the leader "Attack!"

Now that I had a clearer grasp on their positioning I could make better judgment in who to kill first. Using my Busoshoku and Kenbunshoku to the limits I cut them down.

One cut off head there, spilled intestines here, a chopped off arm and fingers flying there. I ended up covered in blood from head to toe not knowing how much I killed; I was already numb to it. I just dodged and parried where my instincts told and then attacked, swinging my sword from low to high, from high to low, from left to right not knowing when to stop; taking down all those I could.

"Demon! He's a monster!"

"He's killed half the men already!"

"Run!"

"No! Stay back dimwits! He's injured and tired he'll go down any minute now!"

(As much as I hate to acknowledge it, he is right, my back feels like it will split up any moment now and I can't place too much weight around my foot. What's more I have already run out of Haki.)

The only reason I was still standing was pure willpower.

"It seems is just now you and I kid"

(Why won't he shut up, he's too loud. Just like-like a fucking pistol!)

Taking out the gun I aimed at him and shot; one two three times until he no longer moved.

And with my last moments of consciousness I returned the gun to the Inventory.

"I really am an idiot. Aren't I?" with those words I fell to the ground.


Random soldier PoV

We were carrying our spoils of war to the ships, but as we advanced some of the men tasked to loot some of the richest houses at the center of the city came to us with tales of some blood drinking demon and what not. But since we were near anyway the captain ordered us to take a look just in case.

That scene, I will never forget it. I have seen battlefields and have battled for over ten years, but nothing could compare to the shock this slaughter provoked me.

In front of the gates of the Archon's house was a complete butchery, our boots splashed on the blood that had formed a puddle beneath the dismembered bodies of our companions, many of them piled up on top of one another, all of them placed in a somewhat circular pattern.

"Just how many?" the voice of our captain shook as he took in the sight before him.

"Just how many did you fight against that you killed none?" That's true despite the state of the bodies most of them could be recognized as ours do to the tree with crowns motif in their shields and gambesons that many of us had taken.

One of the survivors that had run to us answered weakly "Just one. We encountered the son of Blackfyre and tried to capture him, but he just kept on killing us, he killed nearly sixty of our men"

"Search. For. Him." The captain's voice was like ice. And immediately we got to work, looking beneath the piles of bodies, guts and extremities.

"What do we do with him once we find him" I heard one the men ask the captain.

"We give him to the boss" His tone was firm.

"Aren't we supposed to give him to Maelys?"

"And who do you work for?"

"Will she even pay us for this?"

"She will. Specially for this"