Just give me a milk juice and let me die, he thought as he realised he was still conscious. But in his eyesight, only darkness he could see. And that brought him a victorious smile. At last, I stand corrected. However, he soon got bored of the emptiness around him. No one told me the afterlife would be this dull, not that I would've believed them. He liked to imagine himself lying in the vast void of the dark and just sleeping until the end of time.

However, suddenly his eyes burned with the dimmest line of light, a light farther from his reach. It grew from a thin line, and he realised he was staring at something. For his vision was blurry and vague, his eyes could only recognise the shades of dark brown. Well, that's my afterlife, I guess.

"Aenyx?" his left ear heard the soft voice of a woman. He slowly turned to the source and saw a gold figure that evolved into a blond woman.

"Wha-wha-what happened," he frowned at his stammering.

The woman with tears in his eyes threw her arms around him and held him tight, "Gods bless, you're alive."

"What?" he asked while blinking at all the light and colours.

"We thought you were gone for sure, my son," she exclaimed.

'My son? Ugh, not this. "Don't call me that woman. I'd know if you birthed me."

She loosened the hug and, baffled, looked at the other side of the room, "Maester, what is this?"

Maester? You can't speak like a person, can you? He followed her gaze and saw an elderly figure wearing a long brown robe and hanging a chain on his neck. Terrible fashion choice. Did I wake up in one of those Renaissance freak shows? The 'maester' spoke, "It seems the young Aenyx's illness contained a special side effect which resulted in his dizziness, but he should overcome this in the following days."

He deeply frowned and decided to end this madness, "Why are you keep calling me 'Enix'? I might start wondering if I was kidnapped by you two."

By now, tears were forming in the woman's eyes, "Aenyx, my boy, what has come to you? can't you remember me?"

"Don't call me that." she started crying loudly at that.

The 'maester' rushed to her, "There's no need for crying, Mertha. Aenyx is completely fine; he's just playing silly with us."

"Don't you dare brainwash that woman, you old gawk," he remarked, "I should've known you've kidnapped me."

"Kidnapping?" the 'maester' was amazed by the remark, "What kidnapping, young Aenyx? You are at your home, Darrynborough."

Mertha's cries were ever so louder, "Aenyx, my Aenyx. Lost his mind, my son lost his mind!"

The maester was packing his stuff, "Don't pressure yourself, Mertha. As I said, this is only temporarily. I bet he'll be fine by the morn."

The woman reduced her tears to sobbing, "If you say so, maester."

"I say so," said the man as he opened the door, "Farewell for now." he left them.

For a minute or so, silence fell between them. Mertha looked at him, still sobbing, "I should've known birthing a Valyrian would lead to this. Now I'll be the laugh-struck of the village, but it'll be even worse for you."

"Valyrian?" he asked, "What's that?"

Her eyes widened with shock, "Aenyx, do not tell me you've forgotten what the Valyrians are. I've told you about them every night."

He huffed at that, "Well, tell me of it again. What does 'Valyrian' mean?"

"Well, your father told me he was a Valyrian, and you are a Valyrian. He said he was of Valyria, and the blood of Valyrians ran through him," she smiled for whatever reason.

"So, You're just gonna keep saying the made-up word 'Valyrian' over and over again without any explanation?"

"I.." Mertha hesitated for a moment. She stood and walked to a desk and pulled out something. Then she turned, and he saw a shining dagger in her hand. She's not going to sacrifice me, right? The doubt proved heavy as he became nervous by her every move towards him. But Mertha offered him the dagger. "Look at this Aenyx; this is a Valyrian dagger."

He rolled his eyes and looked at him unimpressed, "So the dagger is Valyrian now?"

"Of course, the dagger is Valyrian. Like every other Valyrian steel. These are the bones and remains of long-lost Valyria," she answered as if she was stating a known fact.

"You know, with every word, I'm more inclined that I've fallen into an asylum."

Just as she was about to answer, the door knocked. Mertha opened the door, and from there, four men emerged. They wore armour, and one was more distinguished, clearly showing he was the commander. He smiled wickedly at the men, "Is this a Renaissance fair? because I prefer the Scarborough one." he, what a clever joke I made.

The men exchanged confused looks as Mertha nervously spoke: "Forgive my son. He's a little bit dizzy."

"Again, don't call me that."

His remark was unheard as the commander removed his helmet, "No need to apologise, my lady. I believe greetings are in order: my name is Donatyon Selvy. My men and I are to find one Aenyx Waters..."

"Well, good luck then. Too bad we don't have any of that."

"Hush, Aenyx." Mertha hissed.

The man started again, "Yes, well, as I was saying, we were searching for Aenyx Waters. For by the orders of King Aegon the..."

"Oh, we have a king now? I'm completely lost." again, he interfered.

"Aenyx, silence."

Selvy sighed and continued: "The point is, King Aegon has summoned all his children to King's Landing. It seems he's unwell and wants to have his farewells with his blood."

Mertha was shocked: "Aeg-King Aegon? but I thought..." she turned back, "Your father is calling for you."

"The King is my father? Great, I guess? I feel nothing really."

Suddenly, Mertha hugged him tightly. "Oh, my son, you have a bright future," and then, she was sobbing again, "Your life will change for the better. You will have a place in the Royal court. You will be happy. You will understand the joys of life!"

"What are you blasting about?!" he hoarsely asked with little to no place to breathe.

Mertha somehow tightened the hug. "My son, a true Valyrian in the Palace of Valyrians," she whispered.

"Oh, what is that word? what is it?"

"You will understand first hand, my boy."

"Will I, though? I don't know anything anymore. I feel completely insane. I've lost my sanity; it's gone."

She didn't answer, for she was already busy packing.