[80 AC]
Viserys rushes into my room. In the right-hand corner of his room, next to his bed, there was a desk and a collection of designs for weapons and inventions that he had made that littered the right side of his room. There is a small night stand on the left side of his bed with papers and a candle on it, and it is next to his bed. At the foot of his bed, there is a chest, and on the right side of the bed, there is a small cabinet.
When Viserys rushed to my bed, he pulled a box out from under the bed that contained wooden beyblades and a stadium. I used to be an architect in my previous life. Even though building houses and buildings was my forte, I did learn a few things from my father who was a woodworker who had been around for a long time.
I remember the first time my father showed me how to make a beyblade. I was nine or ten when I first saw the Metal Saga and I fell in love with the show. So for my birthday I asked for a beyblade stadium set. Specify Flame Sagittario and Storm Pegasus.
However my father had another idea. He took me to the shed and he made a wooden beyblade. Then once she showed me how to make one he had me make another one. It took me the entire day to make the other wooden beyblade. Yet when I finished and spinned it for the first time I felt such pride and joy.
That was when I decided I wanted to be a builder or creator. I spent the next decade studying metalworking, woodcrafting, and architecture in hopes to leave a legacy that hopefully could last a hundred, maybe two hundred years after I died.
Yet misfortune struck and I died and ended up here on Planteos. While this life did have a few perks such as Starfyre, being a Prince, and a guaranteed mention in the history books but I wanted more. I wasn't satisfied with just a mention in the history books.
The Conqueror, The Cruel, The Conciliator, Rogue Prince, Young Dragon, Blackfyre, Bloodraven, and Bittersteel.
While all them being good men was up for debate they were undoubtedly legends. I was in a world filled with magic and myths. I wanted to be mentioned in the same breath as them.
Yet the problem is how can I create my legacy? I don't have the desire to start a war to attain glory and riches. I can't travel the world since Corlys already did that. The only thing I could do is make Kingslanding not smell like shit.
Sure I had ideas in my mind but I don't have the money nor influence to do so. Not right now anyway. However my legacy would only be remembered by the people of Kingslanding not the world.
""3…2..1 let it rip."" Viserys and I said at loud. Our beyblades clash into one another and mind drifts to another way to cement my legacy.
Being the King.
It's so fucking tempting. Aemon's death in the original timeline was assassinated by a Tyroshi "pirate," and Baleon's death is inescapable since I have no medical knowledge to save him from a burst belly.
Even if Aemon's death is prevented, I doubt I will make enough headway to have Rhaenys' reign to be stable. But then again I really don't know how good of a king Aemon could be. However, if he still dies then being King would land on my lap.
Sure it was scumming but I'm not going to be responsible for deaths I have no hand in. I will not purposely conspire to assassinate them but I wouldn't say no to being King.
Hell, I'll make a better King than Viserys. Naming Rhaenyra heir to prevent Daemon from becoming King was a good choice. But he fucked up by remarrying and having sons. Sure Paddy made Viserys soft yet powerful but that didn't stop Viserys from being an idiot.
"Gaemon again!" Viserys pouted at his loss of our first match of the night. I chuckle at his pout.
A lovable idiot.
After a few more rounds Viserys yawned and I took that as a sign to take him to bed. As he told me he wasn't tired I promptly ignored him. But the little brat started crying, while I knew it was fake but the danger that Alyssa posed was real enough for me to promise to give another story if he goes to bed quietly.
"So what story do you wish to hear brother?" I asked as I ran through the stories I have already told him. How to Train Your Dragon, Home Alone, and Finding Nemo.
"Magic." Viserys said and I smiled at that before thinking of a story for Viserys.
"In a small remote village surrounded by mountains and forest…" I begin to retell the story of Encanto to Viserys. Until he fell asleep.