Prologue

Descent of the King

Gilgamesh had seen it all from the very creation of humanity to its end. His Sha Naqba Imuru had foreseen a future without the gods. He had seen how the entirety of humankind could eventually surpass the gods and venture out into space, combatting deities stronger than the heavens.

As it was, he was content with his role as a simple footnote in history. Soon after his death, his kingdom of Uruk would fade into the sands. Destiny would scatter his treasury throughout the world.

Thus as he sat upon his golden throne alone, he closed his eyes and allowed death to grip him. He bore no children, and Siduri had long passed. Nothing but his body held him back, and now that it failed, he gave one final smile.

He remembered his negligence when he ascended as king. He remembered how Endiku came upon him to distribute the wrath of the gods. He remembered how when his dearest friend died, he went on his Journey into the Underworld. He remembered-


Myrcella Baratheon remembered her life as Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes, when she came to her fourth nameday. It was during the feast that her father, Robert Baratheon, had supposedly held in her honor. As the moon reached its zenith and as her mother, Cersei Lannister, was about to take her to bed.

She felt the weight of a king thrust upon her young shoulders in a single instance. The hall burst into a single cheer for a final moment of hurrah, celebrating the ending of the day and the dawn of her nameday. Yet, for her, that moment felt like an eternity.

She felt her mind expand, the weight of a lifetime's memories filling her. Her brain was brought beyond the brim at that moment, gushing out through her nose. Her little heart hammered faster than ever as her soul graphed the last King of Uruk's circuits upon her fragile frame.

Yet, with her lack of magical anatomy in her person, it began to morph her body. But with her not even reaching adolescence, it completed only a tenth. Her body instantly became numb, and her mind froze from the stress and shock.

Divinity filled her and healed her, but it was not enough. Her body swayed for a moment before collapsing upon the table. Her blood began to pool upon her plate.

Cersei screamed a blood-curdling scream and immediately shot off her chair and tried to tend to her only daughter.

Meanwhile, a heavily intoxicated Robert looked upon his daughter with surprise, and he roared, "What in the gods' names!" He immediately stumbled off his chair as he looked upon the scene with growing anger. "Who did this?!"

The Kingsguard and palace servants rushed to the royal family. After brief deliberating, a kingdguard took Myrcella's body and ran to the Grand Maester's chambers. In tow was Cersei and a parade of servants.

The rest were left to sort out the aftermath, and for the night had just turned young with the blood of a royal.

"Who served my daughter?!" Robert roared as he slammed his fist upon his table.


Myrcella awoke in a daze as she stared at the bed canopy with confusion. Her mind was in a jumble, muddled with confusing memories and the numbness of her body. After a moment, she found the strength to move her mouth.

Then with great effort, she brought her hand in front of her and tried to grasp the ceiling. Her little fingers could only touch the air before her arm went limp.

"What a strange path fate has laid for me," she mused before taking a deep breath. Her now forcibly expanded mind began to think and contemplate her existence.

If she ignored the fog of fate, she saw two distinct people within her. One was the Wise King of Uruk, who had ventured to the Underworld in search of immortality and returned with wisdom. The other person was the meek and quiet Princess of the Seven Kingdoms.

She utilized her Sha Naqba Imuru, the spiritualization of Gilgamesh's mentality as a King who is always right. She glimpsed into the truth of the world and paused.

She was bleeding once again.

Growling in annoyance, she turned off her Noble Phantasm lest it begin to harm her permanently. Wiping the blood with her hand, she brought it to view above her face. "So this immature body is unable to utilize even simple clairvoyance," she said in a calm, analytical voice.

Although when she thought about it further, she shouldn't have used it to define her existence. It was a fool's way of relying on clairvoyance, even her magnificent skill, as it only showed the steps rather than reason. No, with her fragmented and conflicted mentality, it was impossible to use such a thing regardless of body. How can she see the truth when she does not know herself?

Sitting up, she leaned against the headboard, causing her bed to creak audibly. She crossed her legs and stared forward toward the decorated wall of her bedroom. Her head bowed slightly in brooding.

It was at that moment that a servant chose to enter the room carrying fresh bed sheets. Upon seeing her sitting form, he hurried away and called to the attention of her state to the entire keep.

She ignored the commotion and instead closed her eyes in thought. Who was she? The Princess of the Seven Kingdoms or the King of Heroes? What play was she going to perform in entertainment to the gods? Furthermore, why did the world give her such a burden?

The door slammed open as an entourage of people came rushing in. Leading was Myrcella Baratheon's mother, Queen Cersei Lannister, with an apprehensive look on her face. "Myrcella! My darling, are you alright?!" she cried out as she ran to the bed.

She gave one glance at her mother and then promptly ignored the entire party's existence. Her eyes looked to her right to the window and to the blazing sunrise.

What is the truth of who she was?

"I am the king," she murmured before her eyes blazed crimson. "Why must I waste such frivolous thoughts when the answer is so simple."

"Myrcella?" her mother questioned in confusion. Seemingly unsure at what she had just heard.

Myrcella, in turn, met her mother's gaze with her emerald eyes and gave a small smile. "Good morning, Mother," she said neutrally dismissively. She slightly paused before adding, "My entire body is cramping."

Indeed, her body screamed bloody murder as it continually tried to mold it into the likeness of a being two-thirds god. This year's growing pains will forever haunt her.

Indeed a hellish year awaited her and her family.

Prologue End