Chapter 2: The Beginning

[YEAR 283AC]

In the luxury bedroom at Highgarden, a beautiful light brown-haired lady lay on the bed with her legs wide open, covering her low body with a blanket. At the end of the bed, septa tried to grab something between the lady's legs.

"My Lady, push a little bit more. The baby head is coming out!"

"Ahhhhhhhh, the Seven, I already did my best!" The lady screamed painfully while septa caught the baby and yelled back at the lady.

"The baby is coming out!, My Lady."

"Waa!! Waa!!"

"You got a boy, My Lady. Congratulation for the new young Lord," the septa said joyfully.

Then she brings the baby to the mother's embrace before she joyfully holds the baby and happily says.

"Hello, My sweetling."

The door opens, and the man with half bald hair walks into the room accompanied by an old lady and a year old kid.

"It's that my child?" the man said.

"Yes, Dear, I decided to name him Loras, Loras Tyrell."

"brother!!" a bright voice interrupted the Lady.

"A good name indeed, Alerie. Hope he is not stupid like his father." The old lady said happily with the coming of the young Lord.

"You will be named Loras Tyrell from now on. You will grow up to be wise and strong, befitting the heir of House Tyrell, Lord of Highgarden, Ruler of the Reach."

The first baby cried sound throughout the Highgarden in the year, making everyone joyful with the new arrival of the young Lord.

.....

After being engulfed by the black flame, Jayne slowly gains consciousness, and then the brightly light reflex on the eyes of Jayne before he slowly opens his eyes.

'Where am I?' I asked with a panicked thought, and I began to see a burly human figure in front of my sight.

'Ughhhhhhhhhhhhh, Giant! The giant is going to eat me!!!' I screamed at the top of my lung, but there was no screaming sound. What was coming out of my mount was the crying voice of a newborn baby instead.

"Waa!! Waa!!"

'What!! why do I scream like that?' then I begin to remember that I reincarnated in the Game of Thrones. 'So, I was just born, but who is my parent? I hoped I was born in a noble house. I don't think I can live like a commoner in the medieval age.'

"You got a boy, My Lady. Congratulation for the new young Lord," a giant woman said to the lady lying on the bed while bringing me into the lady's embrace as I stopped crying.

'So this is my mother in this life, so beautiful. I heard the giant call my mother, My Lady, so my mother should be noble, right?' while I appreciated her beauty, she began to say something with a beaming smile.

"Hello, My sweetling."

'Hello, mother!! I know she wouldn't understand me, but when someone greets you. You should always respond with a greeting too. It's called etiquette!!!' I answer my mother with children's laughter as the man with half-bald hair appears beside the bed with the old lady and a year old child without me knowingly.

"It's that my child?" a man's voice said beside my mother.

"Yes, Dear, I decided to name him Loras, Loras Tyrell," my mother answered his question while naming me at once.

"Brother!!" A year-old kid called me with a brilliant voice.

Oh, My name is Loras Tyrell. Wait!!, Tyrell Lord Paramount of Highgarden? Fuck Yeah, I'm reborn in the second wealthy house in Westeros. What a pleasure, and I also reincarnate as a charming Loras Tyrell with a beautiful sister, Margaery. I could wish for nothing more.

That half-bald man must be my father, Mace Tyrell. The old lady beside him should be Olenna Tyrell, and the little child should be my sister, Margaery Tyrell, how adorable she is.

As I finally saw every family member of the House Tyrell, I started to think of the scene, the destruction of the Great Sept of Baelor, in which almost every member of the house died in the green wildfire.

Left Olena alone with the thought of only revenge, eventually got betrayed by House Tarly and ended up dead in the Sack of Highgarden, finishing the legend of the great noble house Tyrell.

'A pitiful fate indeed.' I sympathized with them as the extinction of House Tyrell made me realize how cruel this world is, and I need to adapt to this mad world as soon as possible.

As said by Cersei "When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground." I couldn't agree more with her. "You win or you die." Such a cool quote.

Nonetheless, I should consider the worst and use my future knowledge to the best of my benefit. I can't let my family die like in my past life without the power to change anything, but now, I should have the superpower to protect my family, and I will do anything to achieve that goal.

"A good name indeed, Alerie. Hope he is not stupid like his father." The old lady said to my mother

Okay, my mother's name is Alerie then. Why don't I seems to remember her in the series? Did she die before the story began? Hell No!, That will not do, and what's my power again. The mysterious man, named The Fool, said I would know naturally, but I don't know any shit right now!!!

"You will be named Loras Tyrell from now on. You will grow up to be wise and strong, befitting the heir of House Tyrell, Lord of Highgarden, Ruler of the Reach."

Okay, mother, I will protect my family and not let you down!! I responded determinedly.

At that moment, the legend of the Demoness had begun.

.....

[One Years Later]

Growing up as children again is not that bad. Okay, it's terrible. You can't walk, can't talk, can't do anything except eat, sleep, and poop. It's a bit boring, but I can tolerate it.

In this one year, there is nothing must happen in the house. My parent spoiled me as must as they could as my sister always tried to play with me all the time, and my grandma rarely visited me as she was busy with the house affair because of my father's incompetence.

Initially, I also tried to find out what is my power, but I only found that I seemed to understand the native language mysteriously. After six months of no results, I changed my focus to planning my action when the series started in 14 years.

Honestly, I don't want to change anything much as my only advantage right now is knowing the plot. After pondering, I decided that I would mostly follow the storyline until I finally found out what is my superpower.

....

[Five Years Later]

I'm six years old now, and everything seems fine. I recently started learning martial valor and combat with Lord Randyll Tarly, the general commanding Tyrell's forces.

He often told me about his useless eldest son, Samwell Tarly, who seemed interested in books and disdained martial valor.

I don't blame him, everyone has their own choice, but you also have to accept what is come after. I'm also one who doesn't like using muscle. While I also know that you have to use everything to survive in this mad world.

Anyway, I'm doing pretty good in both martial valor and combat. I'm not a genius, but I'm better than most.

My superpower still had no sight of awakening, and I didn't want to think much about it. I don't want to place all my hope on an uncertain thing. I will just do my best to keep my family survive.

This year is the year of the war as the idiot Greyjoy starts a rebellion against King Robert's reign, attempting to secede the Iron Islands from the rest of the realm.

How stupid one can be to think that you will win with an army outnumbered by ten to one, and I still didn't even count the superiority of resources. As Tyrion correctly points out, the balance of forces alone should have made Balon drop the whole idea.

With the blatant victory of King Robert, House Greyjoy was crushed devastatingly, resulting in Balon Greyjoy being forced to surrender. He was accepted back into the King's peace, keeping his lordship and titles, but only on the condition that his last surviving son Theon be made a ward of House Stark as hostage for his good behavior.

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[Four years Later]

Today is my ten year birthday, and all the vassal houses of Highgarden come to celebrate my birthday banquet at Highgraden. Even those who cannot attend, send me a gift.

The banquet was full of joy and laughter as the daylight shone brightly, indicating the long-lasting spring. I sat at the long table full of food beside my mother, and Margaery was sitting on my right side, while a young lady and young Lord came greeting me with the gift.

Interestingly, I noticed that one of the guests, Samwell Tarly, side-glance Margaery a few times when his father came greeting with his children, then I said with a teasing smile to my sister. "Young Tarly seems interested in you, my dear sister."

Margaery glanced at Lord Tarly and saw that beside him sat a fat kid around the same age as me and a six years old kid with a proud face.

"Which one, the fat one or the arrogant one. Never mind! I couldn't care less. But Sadly, the attention of your party seems to be on me than your, Loras." Margaery said sarcastically.

"Does it matter?" I replied with a chuckle.

"Behave you two," My mother whispered while still greeting the guest with a smile.

"We are just having fun. A banquet is not a banquet without gossip, right?" I replied as my mother glanced at me with a dangerous look while still smiling. I swear that I saw a light flash from her eyes for a moment.

"That look is terrifying. I never get used to it. She always has that look when I will get real shit if I do not stop messing with her." I shuddered as I stopped messing around.

I glanced around the banquet and unknowingly made eye contact with a young man sitting among the guests. Suddenly, my mind blanked out for no reason for a second as I murmured something without consciousness.

"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era;

The Mysterious Ruler above the gray fog;

The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck."

"What's wrong? Loras." My mother asked me as she saw that I was absent-mind and murmured something for no reason.

After that, my head seems like to explode at any moment. I grabbed my head hard and fell from the chair, screaming in agony with the halt of the party as everyone focused on what happened to me.

Black liquid started bleeding from my seven orifices, and my eyes bulged and turned completely black without any sclera. Abruptly, time seemed to stop as everything around me halted.

I feel my body become lightweight as I slowly float high to the sky. Up here, I could see the entire view of the Mander River across the Reach.

The sun reflected on the long river, but the dark disc overshadowed the sun, which made the feeling of apocalypse downfall.

Suddenly, my vision became shaper as I could even see fish swimming in the Mander River, similar to seeing through binoculars.

Then I focused on Highgarden as I saw Margaery with red eyes and was about to cry, while my father's face turned pale, and concern was evident in his eyes. I saw my body held by my crying mother, and my heart ached as I had never seen my mother crying before, and I was the one who seemed to make her cry.

At this instance, I just realized how much my parent loved me and how important family meant to me.

Emotion overwhelmed me as I noticed on my body that my eyes weirdly turned all black, giving you a feeling of the end of the world. I stared at the black color eyes and abruptly felt the suction suck me in without any resistance, and then I lost consciousness.

Time began to flow, and all at once, my body shook violently before stopping moving like a dead body.

My mother screamed with despair as she thought that I had already died. Chaos swept into the banquet, and whispers about the young lord's death spread like wildfire.

Everyone talked about the cause of my death as rumors of poisoned and cursed were everywhere.

"Idiot, go and bring maester to help my grandson." My grandmother, Olenna, shouted angrily at the servant as everyone stood still without doing anything.

Unknowingly at that moment, A young gentleman with gold-rimmed glasses, neat black hair, and dark brown eyes sat among the guests standing up and walking out of the banquet, but strangely no guard seemed to notice him at all.