Daily Life of a Young Man

Meereen, 270 AC

[Yaprak zo Loraq] ( [for pov] )

It was still an old boring day. I wake up whenever I want, and take a bath with the help of slaves.

Ogling their bodies is one of my favorite hobbies. Although I want to be a man right now, my parents will not allow any sexual activity until I am 15. 2 years is too long for a teenage boy like me. Still, a few touches will not be a problem, I think.

Today, I have an arithmetic lesson. Because of my parents, I do not need to work hard for my future. Position in governance, one word from my father's family and done. Earning countless money, my father and mother have trade ships. I just need to sit and watch. Gold will come to me naturally.

Still, if I cannot even count a few coppers, some snakes will steal from me and I will not even know. Not that I have any experience. This is what my father said when I argued about lessons.

The lesson will only take a few hours. Then, I can go to my friend's home and check on his new horse. He said that his new horse's parent was ridden by a Khal. Although they are barbarian, they have nice horses. If I like it, I will just ask my father.

'Everything can be bought with money.' He said to me.

'Money is the king. If you have money, the king will look up to you. If you do have no money; even if you are the king, beggars will spit your face.' I agree with my father. My friends tried to become my friend because my father had more money than their fathers. I also tried to become friends with others because their father had more money than mine.

After my bath finished, I looked in the mirror. Amazing. I think I fell in love with myself. My black hair cascaded just above my shoulders. My captivating blue eyes, deep as oceans, sparkling with warmth and intelligence. Framed by long, dark lashes, they possessed a magnetic allure that drew people in.

Overall, with olive-colored skin, short black hair, and enchanting blue eyes, I can captivate those around me. Sometimes I found myself imagining ladies blushing when I smile at them.

My thought was broken by Huseyin who entered the bathroom. He was the slave of my father. He saved his life when someone tried to assassinate him and my father gave him his freedom. Two days later he came back and begged my father to take him back.

Classic slaves. They cannot live without their masters. My father is kindly spritted and accepted him. If I was in his spot, I would kick him from the house. Ungrateful bastards.

"Master, there is a letter from governance. It looks important."

As if he can understand what is important. I do not know why the government sent me a letter though. They should be contacting my father.

'

To Yaprak son of Kabuk zo Loraq

We have some bad news for you, unfortunately.

The ships that sailed with your parents had an accident around the Valyrian peninsula. There had been no news from them since 1 month ago. We believe that we lost them.

Please prepare for the funeral.

-Your Uncle, Cicek zo Loraq

'

As I finished the letter, my eyes darkened. The last thing I heard was the shouts of Huseyin.