First chapter

Year 296 AL

Lyonel pov

I am Lyonel Baratheon, first son of Robert I Baratheon king of seven kingdoms, black of hair. I never imagined I would be reborn in the world of a song of the ice and fire. I was four when I started to remember who I was, just a college student with your average grades and realizing how fucked I am. I don't remember much from my past life, but now I must be careful because I know at least two people that want to kill me, fucking Littlefinger and fucking Varys. I know it because for they plan to succeed they need me out of the game.

You probably think is nice to live as heir to seven kingdoms, but truly why could I not been reborn as a Martell or Tyrell, at least I have a family that cared about me, now I have a mother that hates me because I look like my father and father that is to drunk most of the times to recognize me, most of the time he thinks I am Renly. Joffrey my little brother is shit, no matter how hard I try to teach him how to act like a normal person, but how could he be any less than a Prince. Tommen and Myrcella are nice at least, but they are just children that don't understand how the world works, the only person that I trust is my uncle Tyrion. Stannis is an asshole in my books, seriously why should he expect me to be just like him, then reprimand me for not being responsible enough. Renly lives in his own fantasy world and does not understand the consequences of his actions, at least he isn't hard to manipulate, just say how nice he looks in his clothes and he be your friend.

Now I am 12 years old, just two years before the canon. Even though I try to act normal, people still think I am smarter and more mature than other children my age. I hate those fake smiles people give me when they praise me for my intelligence and my martial prowess. I know that I am not that smart or good at swordsmanship, especially when I have about three years left to prepare for shit that is coming. The worst thing is that I only remember important events that happened in the story and not how or why they have happened. First thing I know Lysa killed Jon, but have no idea how or why, so is probably impossible to save him. Did I tell you how hate his life?

"Now what would my nephew want to talk with me in private," Tyrion asks as he comes to my chambers.

"What I about to tell you cannot leave his room." Tyrion's smile drops when he hears my serious voice. "I have a suspicion that Lord Baelish is stealing from the treasury."

"And why would you suspect this, and even if what you say is why tell me? Would it not be better to tell your father that or lord Hand of those suspicions?." Tyrion asks me as I pour some wine to him.

"Come on uncle I thought you are smarter than that, My royal father is a fool why would he even care about it and lord hand is the man that hired lord Baelish in the first place," I tell him as it should a clear already.

"Hm, so it means that you don't have any evidence of this treason, still you did not tell me, why are telling me these things, dear nephew?" He asks as he is taking the goblet filled with wine.

"Well, dear uncle is it because you are the only man I trust and smart enough to know what it would mean if my suspicions are true," I say and see Tyrion puff up a little in pride.

"I am happy that you think so much of me, so tell me why you suspect lord Baelish and what would you want me to do about this," He asks with a serious expression on his face.

"It is simple really, I investigated his properties and realize he has a lot of brothels in the king's landing and I start to wonder how come he posses so much when the kingdom is debt that grows and grows. If he is that good of businessman why he is not helping to pay those debts, or at least minimize it." I answer him. "I want you to start to investigate him and found the proof of this treason, but you have to discrete about this nobody is to found out what you trying to do and when I say nobody I mean nobody, you have three years to accomplish this."

Tyrion pov

When my nephew asks to meet him in private, I definitely did not expect this I know Lyonel isn't a fool he's quite smart for his age. But what he tells me now makes me wonder if I underestimated him.

"That is tall order for a short man like myself." I cannot but joke a bit here.

"Is not the height that matters uncle," Lyonel answers me with a smile on his face. "Do not worry I give you all resources that I can to you, speaking about resources, I would like to ask for help in enterprises that like to create to bring a bit gold to us."

Now that is intriguing. "What kind of enterprises you would be talking about and what could I help you with."

"I want to open a few shops I have some designs for clothing that people would like here in the capital and few designs for other regions." He says as he pulling a stack of papers with drawings of interesting clothing designs on them to say at least. "I want you to oversee to those things and nobody is to know that they belong or are associated with me…"

"Let me guess when you say nobody, you mean nobody." I interrupt my nephew as he is trying to act scary.

"You are too smart for your own good uncle." He tells me like I would not know about it. "You should leave now. People will try to guess what the prince is doing with the dwarf of the Rock if you stay any longer."

"Hm, before I leave, I have to ask why so much secrecy?" I wonder what he will answer.

"If you have to ask this it means that not as smart as you think you are. There are many people that want to get rid of me, so I have got as much power as I can get to protect myself with, and if those people realize that I become too powerful they no other choice but to kill me rather sooner than later."

That gives me a pause if I did not know my nephew I would think he's gone mad, who would want to kill the heir to seven kingdoms…

"You should leave for now, if I have anything else for I contact you." My nephew interrupts my thoughts.

It seems is time do to some work.