Second chance

You know death isn't as bad as you might think, at least for me it wasn't. Just one big crash and I apparently died at least that is what I think happened I am not sure though.

Talion son of Edward is my name, owners of an inn at a crossroad between Riverrun, Kingslanding, and the Eyrie. Oh did I mention I am currently in Westeros, the world filled with death, dragons, and betrayal. Well, here I am born as some small folk, with no system, no cheating, and no golden finger. Basically, I am doomed. My mother a formal prostitute working at the Peach in Stoney Sept was a very kind woman, with brown hair and blue eyes she looked like she could take on the world. My father a strong man bald with scars across his face was someone who fought in the battle Trident while I was just a fetus.

With black hair and blue eyes, I looked quite pretty for a 7-year-old if I had to say so myself. There weren't really any mirrors that we could afford but the first time I got a proper look at myself was when I went to the river close to look through the reflection. It was crude but it worked. In all 7 years that I have lived in this world the stroke of grass beside the river was my favorite spot, I could hang out with other people of my age and play knight with sticks we broke or found by the trees.

It wasn't really hard to survive, as owners of an inn on a big road we had many important guests from Nobles with their knights in expensive-looking armor and cloaks to merchants filled with gold and silver telling stories about places they had been to.

I had it good since I know I could have had it much worse like being reborn as a wildling. Watched the show till season 6 because afterward saw many people complain about it getting worse, loved the show, but never read the books.

Well, what can you expect I was just 14 when Truck-kun decided it was enough for me. Gave me quite a shock suddenly blacking out and waking up in a whole new world, tried my best to cope with it and think I did pretty well... if you count crying for a few days as a good coping mechanism. Had high hopes when I got done coping, but I didn't talk to a ROB so I tried all sorts of things like thinking of a system or thinking I could use magic but nope, nothing, nada.

When I think about the future I think about a few things first, How am I gonna survive, how is my new family going to survive and third, and maybe the most important one why is my mother talking about marriage with the butcher's daughter who is currently 13 years old.