Game of thrones: The Lustful sellsword
When I opened my eyes, I wasn鈥檛 in my bed鈥擨 was in Westeros. The scent of blood, ale, and fire filled the air, and the moment I saw my reflection, I knew the truth. I had transmigrated into the body of a sellsword, a warrior for hire, just after the Greyjoy Rebellion had been crushed.
But I wasn鈥檛 alone. A voice echoed in my mind鈥攖he System. A goldfinger that rewarded me for battle, seduction, and conquest. Strength, skills, and influence weren鈥檛 freely given, but through combat, war, and bedding the most desirable women in Westeros, I could carve out my own legend.
The game of thrones was one of power, deception, and war鈥攂ut I had no intention of fighting for a throne. Gold, glory, and pleasure would be my true rewards. I would switch allegiances as I pleased, fight for gold and pleasure, and bed noblewomen, queens, and common beauties alike鈥攁ll while ensuring I survived the chaos to come.
In a world ruled by kings and lords, I would become the ghost between factions, a name whispered in pleasure and fear alike.
War is coming, and I will take my fill of both blood and women.
NightGuy87 路 TV
