Game of Thrones: Chronicles of The Chosen

Death, I originally that after there was nothing as it turns out I was absolutely right! I can't remember how I died, but I know I'm dead and now I'm in a tight and dark place.

Hell I don't even remember my name. All I remember is little miscellaneous things that a average person has no business knowing.

Who am i? What type of person am I? What did i do for a living? Well regardless of how frustrated I feel it doesn't matter anymore because I'm dead and stuck.

Suddenly there was excruciating pressure all around me and it's pushing me forward towards a light.

I reached for it….

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Robert Baratheon

~booom~ ~waaahhhh~

The sound of thunder and crying of a babe feels his ears and he rushes into his wife's birthing chamber. As he enters Cersei looks up at him with the first genuine smile he's ever seen on her. She looks up at him and saids "Your son. I was waiting for you to name him."

Robert took the child from her arms and saw a beautiful black haired and blue eyed boy. 'A true Baratheon'

"Hahahaha he was born during one the worst storms in history. He be'll a king not just any king, but The Storm King. He will be Durrandon of house Baratheon the very embodiment of the storm!"

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Cersei Lannister

As she lay there cuddling with her now 4 year old son Durrandon or Don she rather taken to calling him now. She look down at him laying on her chest. 'You're not Jaime's but that doesn't matter because you're MINE not that drunken fools'

She had given birth to Jaime's son Joffrey 2 years ago and she loved him, but even if he's Jaime's she still finds herself favoring Don. 'There's no love like the love for your firstborn son' she thought as she ran her hands through his gorgeous black hair.

Her Don was the best parts of both his parents. Roberts charm, she loathes to admit it, but the oaf has a uncanny skill to befriend men. That ability with her intellect he inherited will serve her son well when he's King.

"Mommy I'll be the best King there ever was and will be" she hears him mumble in his sleep and thinks 'I have no doubt about that you're a very special boy and as long as I'm here I'll make sure you're ready' as she drifts to sleep.

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Durrandon

'It's been 4 years since I came here' he thinks as he softly removes himself from his mothers slumbering embrace.

As he sits at the edge of the bed he contemplates the past 4 years. Truthfully he hasn't accomplished much and there is a limit to what a 4 year can do, but comprehend all the gifts that was given to me by the OAA (One Above-All) when I was born.

The gifts included King Arthur/Artoria (Fate) and King Bradley's (FMA) experience in leading, battle tactics, politics, and combat skill. He was also given King Bradley's ultimate eye, but his are in both eyes and his eyes are no different than normal so it's not noticeable. The last of the gifts was the super soldier serum that included instructable muscle memory, enhanced intellect, and perfect recall.

Though he has been studying it wasn't rigorous besides when he was confined to the cradle for months. Even though he was born cognizant he still has the mentality of a slightly mature child. Memories and experiences are what shapes us and the ones he has aren't meaningful. Those memories are like an in-movie experience rather an actual experience.

He's still a child in essence and he's cherishing this experience and it's been fantastic. He has mother who adores him, an absentee father but when he does take time to see me he's quite fun, an uncle who follows me and mother around everywhere a kingsguard he's called, and an annoying 2 year brother. 'Though isn't that what younger siblings are for?'

'I've been given a second chance and I want to be worthy of it. I want to be worthy of all my blessings from OAA (One Above-All), worthy of my family's love, the fealty of all my lords. Above all I want to be a good man'

Suddenly he hears his mother say "Its to early and you're too young to be brooding as you are" he grimaces at that and turns around "I'm not brooding!" She playfully smirks and asked "Then what do you call it?"

"Deep contemplation?" I say as I tilt my head

"Love, I believe you just described brooding" she giggles as she reached out her hands for me and saids "Come let's get a bit more rest before we start the day"

"Mommy, are you sure you just don't want to cuddle?" he asked whilst chuckling. She smirks and said "Is it a problem if it was?"

"Nopppeee!" As I crawl towards mother 'Mommy's cuddles are always quite comfortable'