Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction written on my own. If I make any grammatical mistakes, I do apologize. That being said, Rest In Peace to the nearly 1500 Men, Women and Children who died on the Titanic. Any references made to Game of Thrones houses are Property of George R.R Martin. Any References to the movie "Titanic" are property of James Cameron. No copyright infringement is intended.
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Chapter 1: The Ship, The Noise, The People.
Arriving at the pier, I was deafened by the noise of the ship, of the humanity surrounding it all. I should have expected something like this, after all, I was in the military for years. Then again, I thought to myself as the car jolted to a stop, it was a ship for all. From the richest of the rich to people who had been saving for all their lives to go on this voyage. He could understand why there was such a crush of humanity. The ship was huge. Looking up at it, towering over the skyline of the port like nothing I have ever seen before. I looked around, my valet, Jones, already unloading the bags from the car and paying the driver. "My lord, we are all prepared." Jones says, barely hearable over the noise of the ship and all the people. I nodded back, acknowledging his comment to me. "Let's get this voyage underway shall we?" I chuckled a little. It was a voyage into the unknown for me.
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Arriving at the gangway to the ship, I looked around one last time at the shore seeming to be rather distant now that I am about to board the biggest ship in the world. "Tickets Please?" An officer spoke as I withdrew my ticket from the inside pocket of my jacket, having checked three times on the way to the ship to ensure it was still there. The officer looked at the ticket and then nodded, speaking in a rather crisp voice, "Welcome Aboard the Titanic, Lord Florent." I nodded to the man as my valet and I proceeded up the gangway and into the ship. It really did live up to its name.
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Being shown to my cabin by a steward I spoke to Jones. "I am going to go up on deck for the departure, I doubt we will change for dinner, if that changes I will send for you. Can you see the cases unpacked?" "Very Good My Lord." He says as I finally entered my cabin, it was rather lavish, then again, it was the largest ship in the world so I figured no expense had been spared. Placing my hat on the table at the center, I took in the surroundings. I had a sitting area, a bed(Obviously). As I stepped out of my stateroom, I began to wind my way up to the boat deck to wave goodbye with all the other passengers, it may have been odd, considering in the navy we manned the rails of our ships, but I suppose everything had its own traditions.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this, feel free to drop a review if you would like to see more of this story. I had the idea to write this at 0300 local time, so I probably won't remember that I did this, but I thought I would try it as an experiment and see where it takes me.
I know I added a reference from Game of Thrones, but let's face it, Westeros looks like England. (Yes I know GoT is supposed to be War of the Roses) References to other shows, such as Downton Abbey may be made from time to time.
This will be a story from an OC's point of view. I am unlikely to add other POV's at this time. This story will be likely a T to M Rating, though this is subject to change based on what I want to write in the future.
