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Game of Thrones-Lord and his Pride

Do you know that haunting feeling you get when you know you've done nothing of note with your life? I do. I felt the that feeling as I was being embraced by death and by no means it it comfortable. I spent, for what I could recall, must have been centuries, millennia or mere minutes in the cold and unforgiving black lifeless darkness of the void. After the dark void eventually came the bright light of my new life. On the day of my birth I vowed to myself to do what I never could... to leave a legacy that will withstand the tests of time. I am Artos Manderly.

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Life Part1

My life was wrought with suffering before I was truely born, my parents were in a car crash on the way home from a dinner party with some of my father's investors when a drunken fool slammed into them.

My father was 'fine', lucid even, but my mother was severely injured after the collision however an ambulance was quick to the scene and managed to get them to a hospital rather quick.

She was bleeding out on the way there and after being taken into the hospital she was rushed to the ICU. The doctors said there was nothing they could do to save her but they could save me at the least.

After my premature birth I was born with a number of disabilities consisting of brittle bones, atrafied thigh and calf mussles, deformed lung and an under developed heart.

All these things ment I needed constant medical care and supervision for all my life. I lived for the first 5 years of my life in a Hospital, bound to the bed with an occasional treat of a wheel chair for a walk.

After I was cleared for household life my father paid for my doctors from around the world to take care of me while he traveled for work.

I spent my years reading books, designing all manner of architectural buildings on paper and more from the 'comfort' of a wheel chair.

Then came my 20th birthday, oh how I hated that day, my father said he couldn't make it as he was on a plane from New York to Nagasaki for business. I did believe him after all it wouldn't be the first time this happened on a birthday or special occasion.

What hurt was that I could 'feel' my body giving up some years ago and today felt like it would be my last. True to my thoughts it was.

As I'm resting in the Manor library with my favourite book, listening to my favourite song with a glass of whiskey, my heart beat got slower, weaker and further between.

Panic set in at first then reality, 'I'm going to die' I thought. My personal maid rushes in with my father close behind her. Whatever they said I can't recall.

Just silence all around, mouths moving but no noise, tears running but no emotion then black.