Game Of Thrones: House Dustin

'How the hell did it come to this!?' I thought looking at the beautiful giant woman. No. Not she's not a giant! I'm a fucking newborn child! But more importantly I don't understand any of this!

I was a normal 36 years old man living and working in Europe one day and the next I'm here!

I was going to sleep after another boring day. Working a normal white collar job at home because of Covid lockdown. As usual after finishing my job and taking down the fake smile from my face I lazied around reading novels and FF's on various apps.

My life was boring and repetitive but I liked it. I had enough money to sustain myself and save some. I didn't need much as diving into imagine worlds of stories by popular authors or just fans writing their hearts out doesn't need much and this is basically what I did all day.

Now here we are! The room I'm in now looks so old! People wear medieval clothing. There's no electricity and only candle light enabled me to see my mother.

Yes you heard me right. My mother! How can I tell? I gain consciousness after they handed me to her!

She was holding me so gently and smiled brightly. I like her smile. Wait! It's not the time for that!

She must've had a hard time deducting from her tired face and sweat all over her body.

"Hello my sweetling..." She hugged me closer to her breasts... Warm...

"My lady what will you call him?" The old woman that handled me to my mother asked.

"Brendan... After his father. His name is Brendan Stark..." Well shit... I thought this might be the case so I'm not surprised. Had nothing keeping me in my old world anyways.

You know as an avid novel and FF reader I dreamed about situation like this, but why here of all the places?!

Why not Fairy Tale, Naruto or Bleach?! I would be Oppai king with harem all over the place! Fucking and killing whatever I want! Oh come on! Who doesn't dream about being a bad boy without consequences?! But here? I'm fucked!

I didn't meet any ROB to get wishes or a system that could make me overpowered I don't even know how I died! Never read GOT and I only watched till Ned's beheading and got pissed, but from the FF I know I did good as it's better not have a favorite character in the story. Fuck!

I didn't have any family left in my previous world, I didn't even know my mother or father as a child of the system so I don't have any lingering feelings for my old world. It will be nice to feel some motherly love here... If we survive! Let's think about this calmly.

Brandon Stark is my father, this can mean I'm a bastard as I didn't read anything on the wiki or FF about his children. But what my mother said makes it impossible.

She named me Stark not Snow and this means that they are married or will be married? I don't know how it works with children before wedding. Fuck.

If I'm a bastard then that sucks, but I can still go to Essos to be a sell sword. Looking how everyone treats their bastards it still will be better.

Now to my mother. Looking at her now... Brown long hair, gorgeous face, brown eyes clear North traits, noble. No way! Barbrey Ryswell? This means I'm a bastard!

She will never marry Brandon but Willam Dustin! Well, here goes my leisure life! I loved exploring GOT wiki for things like this, even wanted to write my own FF so I know the Houses and the story somewhat just no details.

House Dustin of Barrowton or Barrowtown. Dies at Tower of joy. Ok but I'm still a bastard of Stark!

My thoughts were cut short by the sound of the doors opening. When I looked I saw him. My father, Brandon Stark.

"My love!" He came inside and looked at me.

"We have a son my lord..." My mother looked at the Stark and handed me to him. but when he wanted to take me in his arms she still hold on and looked the man in his grey beautiful eyes. "He will not be a bastard Brandon." Her tone cold and firm.

"I will speak to my father about the Tully thing, don't worry my love..." He took me from her arms. "What should we call him?" He looked at me lovingly and said.

"Brendan... Brendan Stark." Barbrey had a a relieved smile on her face. The last thing she wanted for her child is to be a bastard after all the things she sacrificed for the man.

"Welcome Brendan... I'm your father and you my little wolf pup will be strong as your daddy." I have to admit, if I'm going to look like him then hell yeah!

The scene looked really warm but it all changed a few months later.

I was sleeping in my crib inside the Ryswell keep when I heard my parents shouting.

"What do you mean he doesn't allow you to marry me?!" Looks like my mother is pissed.

"I'm sorry Barbrey. He needs the alliance with the Tully." The next Lord Stark didn't have a choice. "You know I don't want to marry Catelyn but I must, father won't hear otherwise!"

"And I'm what? A whore you can stick your cock in whenever you want?!" Mom was so angry that she was trembling.

"No! Of course not! You know I love you but..." He started walking up to her but couldn't finish. My mother really has a temper on her.

"But what?! You took my maidenhead and now want our child, your firstborn to be a bastard?!" She pushed him away.

"No! Of course not! He will be a noble! Just... just not a Stark..." He sounded sorrowful but his words were not something any woman wanted to hear. "Willam Dustin, my good friend agreed to marry you and take him as his own..."

My mother stood there shocked, her eyes full of tears.

"Get out! You Stark and your honor! Get out!" After seeing her like this my father couldn't stay there anymore and left this is probably the last time I can see him.

My new mother walked up to me and picked me up. I didn't like how she looked, how can a real man tolerate woman's tears?

I moved my underdeveloped hands and clumsily tried to wiped her tears making her shocked but a moment later she smiled again.

"I don't need a Stark in my life... You are enough for me my sweetling..." She moved her face closer to mine and our noses touched making me giggle a bit. She looked determined like she finally made her decision.