After Thoros explained his side of the story, I couldn't help but laugh. Who would've guessed that Lord of Light had one last plan in mind? I turn around onto my side"So Thoros do you have any idea where we are now?"

"From what I've gathered Beric we've been transported to a new dimension. As for the place we are called Yorkshire, somewhere in England." I just hum at his response. Another universe, it seems so unreal, but then again I've come back from the dead multiple times and we have faced white walkers so, not that far-fetched. I attempt to push myself upright, but I quickly tire.

"Beric? Really? You are in no condition to be getting up." I can hear the exasperation in his tone. However, I openly choose to ignore his caution. "Now Thoros when have I not been careful." Just as I am about to push my legs over the side of the extremely comfortable white bed, a knock sounds from behind the door. Thoros turns to look at the door, "Yes, who is it?"

"It's only me sir," a young voice rings out.

"Oh okay, you can enter James."

In walks, a young-looking man, around 20 years, clean-shaven with his hair slicked back. "What do you want?"

"Well, Mr Myr I have a let..." He stopped abruptly and his eyes boggled as he stared straight at me. "LORD BERIC! Oh my, you've awakened. This is fantastic news." I'm not really sure how to react so I just smile and say. "Well... James. It is nice to finally be awake."

"So," Thoros interrupts drawing James' attention back. "What is it that you were going to tell me?"

"Oh yes. Um. I letter has been sent from the Crawley family, inviting you and other Lords to attend a party."

"The Crawley family?"

"Yeh? They live in Downton Abbey, in the village of Bampton."

"Ah of course I remember now." I can tell he's lying because he glances back at me for a fraction of a second. "What are the details of the party?"

"The letter says,

Dear Lord Beric,

I, Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham, formally invite you to attend our annual party. This event is a formal gathering, which will include a grand feast at the end of the night. Now if you intend to bring any plus-ones, please let them remain a plus one. Now onto servants, we advise you to only bring a maximum of 5.

The details, the party is going to take place on the 29th of September. Although you can arrive earlier. 27th and 28th.

Hope to make your acquaintance as no one has heard from you in so many years.

Yours sincerely, Earl of Grantham."

"huh well haven't been to a party in a long time, I look forward to it." and it was true I haven't been to any sort of party for a long time last I did I got executed by the Lannisters and last my eye.

"I don't think you can go Beric," Thoros turns to me.

"Why?"

"Beric today is September 27th, you've only just woken up and are in no way healthy enough to attend a party. let alone make the.." Thoros suddenly turns to James. "James how long is the journey?"

"Well by car I would say it's a day-long journey. But by train, I would say a 5-hour journey." T

throughout James' explanation I lay confused. What is a car? What is a train? Nevertheless, I can think about that later. "So Thoros we've got our answer. Let's get ready to go." Thoros just deadpans at me. "Beric I really do not advise this, you idiot. You are not in the right health to do this."

"So? I'll be fine as soon as a get up and get active." And with that, I proceed to jump out of bed. What a huge mistake that was. I immediately collapse to my knees as a crushing pressure descends on my skull. "Well maybe not that active," I joke. I feel Thoros arm snake around my shoulders where he then starts pulling me up onto my shaky legs. "I guess there is no talking you out of this is there Beric." He sighs.

"Not a chance Thoros." I grin at him.

"Seeing as you won't take my advice how about you dress yourself for once and I will take James to arrange our travels."

And with that, he drags James by the arm and leads him out of the door. Shutting it quite hard as he left.

I slowly rose from the bed, grabbing onto the bedside table for support. I peered around my beautifully adorned room. I quickly spotted a huge wardrobe one you could walk into. I open it up and I am met with a huge variety of clothing; from silk robes to satin suits. I slowly begin to dress myself deciding to wear a simple black suit. It takes much longer than I hoped it would. Although when I strip naked I noticed dozens of stab marks marring my skin. From my final death. I sigh and hastily button up my cream shirt. After I finish I look over and see a beautiful purple scarf embroidered with orange, pink and yellow lighting bolts. Heh, Lord of Lightning. Nice touch. I warp around my neck covering the ugly scar from being hung. I then find a navy eyepatch and use it to cover my missing eye. I admire myself in the mirror, still looking quite pale but not enough to draw suspicions. I've never looked this well kept since before I met Thoros.

Speaking of Thoros he enters the room followed by James. "Lookin' good Beric," he says in his usual mocking tone.

"Yeh thanks."

"Any way James here is going to help us get to Downton. Also, take this," he chucks a wooden cane at me, "You could definitely use this. You look dead on your feet."

We soon leave the house with a couple of servants carrying around 3 suitcases to the... Train station? Packs the stuff on board while we find a nice carriage. Although while me, Thoros and James walk, I can hear murmurs all around us.

"Is that Lord Beric?" "Isn't he dead?" "Mummy, didn't you say you wished he rotted in heck?"

I have to turn around at that one a see a woman trying to cover her daughter's mouth. I scoff.

The train starts to move and me and Thoros stare at each other. What is this?

Nevertheless, my thoughts are swiftly taken from the matter thinking to the party I am soon to attend.