Lowborn

Gared I

You don't think much about it when you just read the book or watch the series, but is admittedly very hard to live in a world like Westeros after being used to the amenities of the modern world.

Perhaps the Amish, who deign to not use technology, and those who went 'outside the grid' so to speak, but even then I believe they have some amenities like toiletry, which is sorely lacking in this new world, food, as well, they don't have the knowledge to keep food warm, butter is another thing that I have yet to see, potatoes as well.

Who would've thought that the North had so many issues? In fact, I should've seen this coming, this song of ice and fire has never considered thunder and it's electricity.

"Gared, where are you?" I heard my tiny little 'cute as a button' sister call me as I sighed.

"I'm outside," I love her, but our house is the barely bigger than an apartment, and the road to the closest place, which would be Ironrath, would still take an unsurmountable amount of time that I don't have, she really couldn't bother to search a bit more? You can literally see me from the window-esque hole in our house.

"Gared!" My sister, Lilly, came as if she hadn't seen me in thousands of years, lunging at me, to which I had to respond by throwing the wooden sword, one that I had crudely made, away, so to not hurt her, even if by accident.

Sarah is like a dog, and a cat, because she keeps going into 'I wuv you big bro' and then the next day, she acts independent as if I sprayed water at her, right now she's in that golden retriever act.

She hugged me so tightly that I couldn't help but wonder if she could've been a grappler in another lifetime.

I was practicing the sword, because I knew I would be fighting in a war any time now. The Game of Thrones is always happening, the only difference is that usually, the people playing it were Kings, Queens, Lords. All types of nobles. Unlucky me, for I was none of those things. Gared Tuttle was my name, and if that doesn't ring the bell? Well, you're not supposed to, Gared Tuttle is simply the son of a pig farmer, I'm not supposed to be anyone.

In the story, if it even happens, Gared becomes the squire of Ser Gregor Forrester, who was knighted by Galbart Glover, who's the head of house Glover, which is a direct vassal of house Stark.

Then Red Wedding happens, Lord Gregor dies, the house Forrester goes to shit regardless of your choices, with either Asher or Rodrik dying, Mira possibly being beheaded, Ethan being murdered at his own house by Ramsay the shitheel, guest rights be damned I guess. Ryan kidnapped, Talia disappears, the Snow siblings being stuck in the North Grove, or well, protecting it. Oh, and Miss Elissa might die poisoning the Whitehill, of course.

Another thing to take note of, is that logistically, it doesn't make sense. Ironwood is massively important, and it's one of the best materials to use in shields and perhaps even armors, given their pseudo-magical properties and the fact that it burns blue and shit.

So tell me how in the hell is the house Forrester not a rich house like the Lannisters, or at the very least, richer than Whitehills? Why isn't everyone trying to come for Ironwood? Why has the Ironborn never attacked House Forrester for the Ironwood is something that's a fault on part with Telltale's stupidity.

The House Forrester are the only ones with the knowledge of properly working the wood, unlike the Whitehill, who squandered their resources, yet somehow, had so much more money in comparison.

I've been training, day in and out, waiting for the moment I would be put to battle, and I wouldn't be shellshocked, or simply trembling and stammering instead of fighting. I didn't want to simply survive, I wanted to thrive in it, be important, be recognized for my feats in battle.

It sounded stupid, and it probably is, but I'm not smart enough to revolutionize things, and I'm not charismatic nor do I have the way with the tongue to fancy things the way I want.

I wasn't born strong, but strength is one of the few things that one can build here in the North, that and endurance to hold back the Winter that always comes.

When I was younger, my father, the other one, taught me how to fight, but with my hands, Brazillian Jiujitsu, then boxing, kickboxing and Muay Thai, and I must admit. I hated it, I hated every single that day that I had to go to the gym and then fight a person twice my size and triple my age, experience and strength, and be dominated every single time.

But in this world, martial arts were unheard of, besides maybe the kingdoms of Essos. My mind could, maybe, be comparable to some of the Maesters, given my belief that Earth's math is certainly on a higher level of smarts' requirement than Planetos' own.

I am only eight as of right now, so, hopefully of course, I would still have some time to build muscle, strength, agility, perhaps even relations and coinage could be done as well.

Exercises would be the answer for all three, I know that much, I've watched so many videos about bodybuilding and flexibility that I feel like I can just do about right. Likely won't be able to be as buff as Schwazenegger, but at the same time, I don't need to, being too big is also a risk, not to mention that I don't think my body would allow it.

Eventually, my arms, tired and strained from swinging the sword, just stop moving, so I've decided to take it in stride, and simply work out my core and my legs. I can't not train. I've seen what's out there, on the other side of those giant walls, there are the Others, even if there's a chance they don't have their Night King.

To the West, there's the Ironborns and that crazed bastard of Euron with that strange God of his, and to the East, there's Daenerys, the wizards, that doomed land of Valyria.

Had I been older, I would've tried and adventured there, not because there was a calling for me, but simply put, it would've boosted my very being, if I were to return with the riches from that kingdom.

Just because I happened to be a pig farmer, doesn't mean I can't raise above my station, I will try, nay! I WILL become a noble, if not a goddamn lord, prince or even maybe the king.

I have to, no one would take me seriously if I continue to be a simple soldier, I have to be stronger, faster, better.

With thoughts like these, I had an aim and a goal for my hunger, that hunger for not necessarily power, but that too, position.

Petyr Baelish rose because his father has struck an friendship with Hoster Tully, which allowed him to have connections with Catelyn and Lysa, with Lysa being essential for him to become Master of Coin as he was.

Davos because of his military prowess; So did Duncan the Tall-

"Gared, my boy! What are you doing?!" My father, who finally came back from wherever he was, asked as he saw me exercising.

"Training!" What else would I be doing?

"And don't copy him, Lilly! You should be asleep already!" He said as she giggled before running back home. Frankly, I didn't even notice her doing the exercises with me. Which now leave me with my dad, who looked at me and decided that a sigh would be more fitting than a tongue lashing.

"Training for what, Gared?" I'm gonna be a knight, or a hedge knight, or maybe I should become a sellsword and 'accidentally' meet up with Daenerys.

"I'm training to become strong, what else would I be training for?" I asked my father as he nods.

"Then why are you training with other kids?" He asked me.

"Because the 'other kids' live in Ironrath, which is pretty far from here, besides, no one questions my training," Do you think I have the patience to accurately explain how to build muscles to kids who are playing around when they're not working or training? My stuff actually has a purpose! I have so much knowledge on bodybuilding that could fill a book if people actually took my words into consideration!

"Well then, I've heard that your uncle has been thinking of bringing you in to his house," Huh? Why the hell would he do that?

"So that you could finally be a squire for Lord Gregor, unless you don't want that?" REALLY?! I had expected that it would've happened when I was older, with some more years of training under my belt, can there be such things as squires of my age? Yes, Doran Martell was already a squire by the age of nine, and Samwell was supposed to be one when he turned ten.

"Of course, when this is happening, then?" I would be a knight, I would finally have a sword that actually was a sword, with metal! Hopefully I would also be trained.

"Then go to bed my boy, you will be a squire tomorrow,"