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Chapter 1 waking up
Cold. That was my first thought. It's so cold. My body shivering as I lay in bed only able to look up, "Where am I?" I managed to croak out as an aged voice replies, "Your room. You gave quite the scare, Jon". I looked for the source of the voice and saw an old man dressed in robes with a chain around his neck. Who was he? My mind immediately supplied the answer, Maester Luwin. "Sleep, you are only just starting to recover your strength" He spoke as my eyes closed. Drifting off into sleep my mind was filled with memories of two separate lives, one a young boy; Jon Snow, bastard son of Lord Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell, and the other of a young man from another world, "Gods damn isekaiā¦" The last words I would utter before the sweet embrace of sleep took me.
Waking up I could see both Maester Luwin and Lord Stark looking over me as I sat up from the bed, "Well, it appears you are in good health for a young boy whom was until yesterday bedridden" I heard Maester Luwin say as he checked over me, "Jon" I heard the voice of Lord Stark speak up as I turned my head and got my first good look of the Lord Stark. It's remarkable how much he resembles Sean Bean, okay TV cannon it is, "Lord Stark" I say looking in his direction, "It's good that you have recovered" He said as he and maester Luwin began to speak while I drifted off back to sleep. As I dreamt I felt the memories of Jon fill my head I felt his joys at being praised by Lord Stark, his sorrows at not knowing who his mother was, I felt it all. But I was not Jon. I remembered my old life. I remember reading novels, watching anime, playing video games and living a life in the modern day where all of this was the product of George R. R. Martin's mind. Thinking about what was to come I knew I had to change things and thankfully I knew just where to start. It would take time but that's okay, I had time. Time to plan and time to experiment.
Once I was able to leave my room I had to interact with my new brother. Honestly dealing with young Rob wasn't too bad, he was just honestly just a 5 year old. I soon began to note down how much time I had till important events. I had 1 year till the Iron Born rebelled and Theon would join us, not much time to plan but enough to get the job done. First thing though would be convincing Lord Stark to give both Rob and myself an allowance of money. Hopefully I can invest it in some merchants and build my dream. Hopefully it will help me survive the Game of Thrones.
Authors note: huge thanks to my beta readers and friends without you guys this would properly never get writtern.
