1 the bard

i open my eyes to find myself in unfamiliar situation. to the best of my knowledge i died on stage of broadway at age of 70 performing. I don't know why then, that I find myself as a tiny being among giants and why does the air hurt so much.

it took some time, but I figured out that I've actually been reborn in winterfell in Westeros, in fictional world of game of thrones, well not fictional anymore I guess.i actually auditioned for various parts in the TV series but never got selected,I guess wishes have a round about way of coming true.

I was actually born in a brothel to a whore for a mother. births here aren't that common as most prostituts are on a strict moon tea(birth control) regiment. my mom was actually a new one and when a young Rickard Stark came here to graduate from boy too man, he paid a premium for my mother's virginity to match his own. my mom, the conniving whore that she is skipped on the moon tea to hold my birth over my father for to become his baby mama, counting on the stark honour.

STDs were not unknown, so my father actually paid a premium to keep my mother from sleeping with other guys so he could keep cumming inside her without fear of diseases. he even asked her to learn different techniques from senior staff because he refused to be tunnel buddies with half of winterfell by touching anyone but my mother. when her stomach bulge started showing, my mother just made up something like his seed being too strong and overpower the moon tea.

she convinced my father to keep everything a secret from the outside world and asked him that if he felt the need to take care of his bastard child and it's mother, he should only do so discreetly. throughout her pregnancy, despite her harmonal imbalance, she used every whole that I was not about to come out of to keep him pleased.

my father had offered her a tavern/inn to call her own and manage near the brothel so she could raise me with some dignity and my mom accepted. she had subtly suggested such a thing during many a pleasure sessions making it seem like his idea and when he finally offered it, she took it gracefully and made a deal with the matron of brothel.

the matron will provide tavern wenches and entertainment for guests at tavern for guest that don't want to been seen coming to a brothel for sex and are willing to pay premium for it. the deal was very skewed towards matron as my mother didn't ask for a cut for such entertainment, only that the guest pay for the rooms and food. she didn't really plan to make money off of prostitution, just use her tavern's proximity to the brothel and hey familiarity with the prostitutes as a marketing scheme.

but before any of that was to come, she had to make sure she gave birth to a healthy child to get any of what my father promised so she had matron's help in taking care of her and her help in the child birth itself. such were the circumstance of my birth to my teen parents. I only found out all this in my pre teen years by listening in on one of my mother's pleasure sessions with matron, she was still learning to please my father even more, or if I had to guess, those learning sessions are too pleasurable and fun by themselves, without need for ulterior motive.

speaking of my father, he has been a staple in my life since childhood. he just made the excuse of going to his favorite drinking place with his few trusted men, and when they were too drunk, or occupied with a wench of their own, he would sneak into the kitchens and drilled my mother, not even caring if she was cooking or not. this was actually one of his favorite role play, him drilling my mother while she tends to the cooking pot.

he couldn't openly be a father to me, but he was kind to me and made sure others were so as well. when I was able to walk properly, I even started to help my mother as serving staff, only serving my father's table. although he could not overtly show me fatherly affection, he showed it to me covertly in form of generous tips. when questioned upon his generosity, he claimed that he found it amusing how someone as young as me(18 months old) could actually carry the heavy Tankards full of alcohol.

realising that such a feat would not always be impressive, I collected some of our earthen pots and started experimenting with some of their sounds with different levels of liquid in them. after I had found a good balance and tuning, I started performing for our guests, playing these pots and singing popular Westerosi and Northern songs.

I was a world class broadway star in my last life, although it has taken my literally all my life to get there being a late bloomer, I still was much to good for these barbarians to be anything less that impressed. theses performances made any tips from my father much less suspicious and even encouraged other patrons to tip me.

for my third name day, my father expressed how much he loved my music and gifted me a lute made of weirwood . every since coming to this magical world, knowing of my lineage of starks, I have tried various ways to access any magical talent but had been unsuccessful. that is until I got the weirwood lute. as soon as I touched it in knew that I was touching a magical artifact. I still could not perform magic, but I could feel it, just a bit. asking more about the lute, my father said that this belonged to a wildling bard, who became his ancestors, weirdo.

they used to call me William snow, me and my mother both being bastards and me being named after my grandfather William stark. once I started playing the lute, they started calling me billy the bard. from the stories that I remember, it hits too close to home with orignal owner of this lute being beal the bard, the greatest king beyond the wall.

considering we work in a tavern, it was not unusual for a chair or table or even some beds to break down after a perticularlly rowdy crowd and a lot of our money was going to repairs and maintenance of our furniture. seeing this I asked my father if he could help me get an apprenticeship with a carpenter or wood worker so that I could do these myself. although my father thought I was too young at 4 year old, be was impressed by my will to be self-reliant and all he had to do was ask some Carpenters who are retained by house stark for repair and maintenance of their castel and it's furniture to help me learn the ropes.

I quickly became proficient in it and in secret even used Japanese techniques I saw on YouTube in my last life to make our furniture without nails or glue, using only waste from stark Carpenters. I then carved some designs to hide any points where different pieces of woods meet by making those joints look like part of the carving. this have our tavern a luxurious look and to my wood working teachers I just said that I used glue which made them seem flimsy to any carpenter, but actually used techniques to interlock wood without glue our nail, making the whole thing much stronger and sturdier.

my father loved my designs and asked me to make some furniture for stark household, but the Carpenters, being more experienced convinced him that my furniture, although impressive looking is more for show than use and that I probably repair my creation more often than I had to previous furniture. I didn't dispute it and even agreed with them in front of him saying that I just made them because I wanted to try something new.I actually didn't want to be stuck as some carpenter, just wanted to learn and have tools to repair my establishment.

after all that, I asked my father if he could help me learn gem-craft and jewelry making, considering I already learnt what I wanted from woodworkers. he asked me why and I said that I want to continue making show pieces and adding gems and precious metal to my work will allow me to improve. I showed him a map of north that I made using wood as base, and inlaying it with stones to make the map. I used different coloured common stones to identify different terrains. he was very impressed with my work and agreed to help me find a jewel crafter to improve my work.

there was only one jewel crafter in all of winterfell, and she too only mostly repaired jewelery for the Starks and made wedding rings. I still learnt a lot, considering my jewel working knowledge was much more lacking than wood working. with her help, I could also order some dragon glass and inlay my weirwood lute with some dragon glass patterns and turning the pegs into ornate artwork.

every since I added dragon glass inlays to my lute , I have been able to incur stronger feelings in my patrons through what i assume is magic. I can even incur such feelings in animals. it was not unusual to find me playing in open outside our tavern attracting birds of all kinds visiting winterfell in their migrations.

once I identified some birds that are native and almost always show up when I play, I befriended them with food. At night I would open my bedroom window and okay my lute, welcoming my bird friends and fall asleep, still playing the lute in my sleep, but instead of trying to incur any feelings, at this time I try to induce what it would be like to be one of them, to fly and to roam without any restrictions of terrain or society. it took years of doing this and I was finally able to wrag into one of my bird friends after spending 3 years trying it. I was 9 years old already then.

once I could successfully wrag I tried and succeeded in wraging into all my bird friends individually. I loved flying and I could feel their emotions and personalities bleeding into me. my next goal regarding wraging is to be able to possess multiple birds at the same time. but I recognise that such a goal is a bit far off right now.

while I was practicing my magic, I did not ignore my phisical conditioning. every day I would run and jog along the bank of white knife(river). once I felt tired, I would take a long bath in it if the turbulence allowed or in a small one person basin I dug out near it if turbulence was to much. I remember how modern athletes take ice/Cryo bath after workout and practice to increase its efficiency, so I used extremely cold water in white knife to do the same. I mostly did agility training and some yoga because I didn't want to reduce my potential hight growth by doing weightlifting to young.

slowly but surely I improved at visible rate. I had made a wooden club which I used to practice simple sward techniques that I learnt from my father and added them to my training regime. the club was much heavier than sword, but most practice weapons are that way, to build up muscle to be stronger than needed.

when I was 7 years old, my 22 year old father finally got married to Lyarra stark , his father's youngest cousin and technically his 18 year old aunt. my mother and I were invited as hosts of his favorite drinking establishment and I even performed in his wedding. my mother was happy for my father and we gave them a matching set of bracelets made by yours truly made of weirwood and thin pieces of dragon glass, it made it look like black fur on wood. once Lyarra found out that I was the one that made them myself, she wore them immediately gushing over how cute i was(7 year old) and how beautiful my craft is, not knowing that I'm her husband's first born bastard.

she then gushed to my mother of how Rickard has hyped up her cooking so much and that she couldn't wait to try it out herself. she complimented my mother in having such a talented son having heard my performance and bring one of the loudest to call encore. my father told her that the crepes that were being served at the wedding were actually prepared by my mother at his request and she was floored.

she had tried them and loved the newness of it and the taste of it. she asked a boon of my father and said that she wanted my mother as part of cooking staff.

she made him offer much more than we made at the tavern to intice us and my mom had to give them face and accept. we will still own our establishment, but it will mostly be staff run now on and we only have to rake in the profits.

that night we went to our home to pack up to go to castel while my mother was melancholic about the whole thing, she was practical and knew that my father will have to marry high born lady some day and have high born children with her. I cheered her up with my songs and some of my musically inclined birds that I had trained with much difficulty considering I wasn't able to wrag back then. she was mesmerized my the birds and we slept cuddling each other.

next day when we arrived at the castel, my mother was made handmaiden to the new lady stark and me a Paige.i could now actually train among winterfell gaurd with express permission from my father, but I still continues my old regime as well. I knew the value of speed and flexibility not only in battle, but also for my performances. afterall, I was not just a singer, but an actor as well, my fire of passion was still high in that field.

the next two years went by setting is into a routine and my father remained faithful to his wife and even my mother had grown closer to Lyarra than she had ever been to my father. when I finally wraged and trained my birds to not only as auxiliary notes to my music, but actually perform in their own. I was by now not only able to channel emotional magic through flute but even my own singing could enchant listeners with my magic.

i then gifted one of these birds, named lyn to lady Lyarra, showing her how I trained it to sing to her different songs wherever she says a command sentence. one of my mother's duties as handmaiden was to help her lady bathe. during one of these sessions I wraged into lyn and possessed her to sing a beautyful song. I started channeling some magic into Lyn's voice and enchanted listeners with sexual tension and reduce inhibition (like alcohol).

my mother may only ever have had one man, my father, but she was much more experienced with women as she learned through them at brothel to please my father. through my magic induced state, their bath turned into a lesbian fuck fest that ended with them both cuddling naked in the bed and fall asleep. I rested a bit and later repossessed lyn to sing them into a beautiful dream where they repeat their activities on their dream again and again. only difference, I added my father in those dreams.

next day in the morning, both of them woke up, both smiling at the experience, but then my mother started crying, I knew that this was now crucial part and started a calming song as lyn. it has intended effect and I transitioned into a love song, not sensual, but romantic.

this broke my mother's dam of crying and she confessed everything to lady lyarra, her love for the lady and her love for the lord. she even confessed my origin. this could have gotten ugly, but I was still singing romantic song and I transitioned into a romantic yet sensual tune to manipulate this situation. Lyarra responded to this with a kiss on my mother's lips and confessed that she felt more in love with her yesterday than she had felt for anyone, I guess that's the magic of my music.

their escapades continued for a few days, without me needing to intervene and when my father came back from his hunting trip, he spent the night in a threesome with my mom and his wife, I watched my plans for my mother's happiness unfold as lyn and for the first time, this actor felt like a director

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