TheLastKingdom:GameofThrones: Isekai’d: With Proficiency System

101 A.C. Kingslanding, The 'Dragons-Pillow'

/povDaemonTargaryen'/

"Mysaria.. any news or 'rumors' going around the city as of late?.. have you heard anything that could possibly be of a 'shred' of interesting to me?.." I asked my 'White-Worm' as I so like to call her.. since I've gotten to know her ever since the recent passing of my father the former 'Crown-Prince'.. Baelon Targeryen which hurt me deeply.. now after the 'great-council' that just happened a 'fort-night' ago.. making my only 'still-living' and breathing older brother.. the now 'Crown-Prince' Viserys.. first of his name of the 'House' Targaryen.. the 'heir' of the 'seven-kingdoms' of 'Westeros' and thus.. making me the now 'heir-of-the-heir' kind of manner position that I now.. find myself currently situated.. it's been three years since I was forced to 'wed' my 'bronze-bitch' Rhea of the 'House' of Royce.. the 'lords' of an castle called 'Rune-Stone'.. or it's 'olden-tongue' translation for 'place-of-keeping-runes'.. which it was literally built for what Im assuming is 'eons' of years and 'time' itself.. 'weathering' the forces of 'nature' and man alike.. still standing 'strong' and made of 'stone' holding the 'histories' and stories of the family known as Royce.. and the knowledge and know how of the 'rune-inscriptions' etched into the 'bronze-armor' and weapons the family was 'well-known' for wielding and using to slay their enemies with since anyone can remember still living to this day..

Anywho my 'grand-father'.. the still 'living-and-breathing' current 'king'.. King Jaehaerys the 'concillator'.. an old fucker who refuses to die as so many of the rest of our family members have died as of late.. uncle Aemon.. so many of the daughters of our family.. Seara died whoring for a Triarch for Volantis.. just this year alone for gods sake.. and not those fuckers the 'andals' the natives we took control of these lands from who had took control of them from the first men 'natives' who were the ones to be called 'natives' of this 'continent'.. before them..

The 'true' gods.. the 'Valyrian-gods' them.. they are the ones I speak of when I speak of 'gods'.. anywho Mysaria starts to open her mouth to answer me by saying.. "theres a foreigner.. came into the city.. the day 'fore' today.. riding a 'majestic' 'war-horse' they say.. playing an 'musical-instrument' smiling and nodding at everyone who looked at him.. they say he was very 'merry' and was wearing armor and weapons the likes no one knows how to describe.. they say he is only a boy.. maybe the same height as me.. they say he has a childish 'clean-shaven' face.. he can't a boy older fourteen years.. they say he was singing and playing beautiful music as if it was made my by the gods for him to play for the 'peasants-sufferings' they say.. they say the boy is so handsome he has to be of 'Valyrian-stock'.. they boy has an emerald-green 'left-eye' that almost has shining 'speckles' of gold 'dotted' all around the green color of his 'left-eye'.. his 'right-eye' is said to be a 'bloody'ish-violet'.. with almost 'shining' small 'stars' of grey.. his mannerisms are like nothing anyone understands.. they say is 'eloquent' of speech is very 'lusty'.. after entering the city playing his music singing his songs.. he immediately found a 'gold-cloak' to ask for the nearest directions.. to the closest brothel.. they told him how to go to Chatara's brothel the 'Lords-Maiden' on the 'street-of-silk'.. they say he went straight there and stayed the night.. he hasn't left there yet was what I was told soon as the sun 'rose' this 'morn'.."

I heard all this and couldn't help but to stop her 'midst-sentence'.. by saying.."Stop.. say no more.. I must lay eyes on this young 'war-lock'.. this story has been the most interesting thing I've ever heard in my life already so far with what you've said.. no matter.. gather your things let's go to Chatara's I must meet this boy.." I informed my 'mistress'..

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The 'Lords-Maiden', Main Hall

/povMC/

"Everyone!.. can I have your attention please..I will be leaving this 'establishment'.. so to thank you all for being here gathered here today I shall play a 'new' song.. for you all.. I hope you enjoy.." I finish saying.. as im taking a deep breath going over everything in my head.. I the 'chords' I'll need to string on the lute and the little words I'll have to change to fit my setting of being in a brothel trying to choose a good song to give some emotional support for these 'hard-working' whores working at 'Lords-Maiden' on the 'street-of-silk' in Kingslanding of 'Westeros'.. hmm 'Alabama-Shakes'.. 'hold-on'.. yea thats a perfect song for this.. hmm let's see..

I start to hit the strings and as I notice two figures walking through the entrance of the 'main-Hall' at the 'brothel' Im about to give my 'performance' at.. that Im about to give by playing my lute and opening my mouth to sing "Bless my heart.. bless my soul..

Didn't think.. I'd make it..

to twenty and.. two years old..

There must.. be someone up..

above!..

Saying!.. "Come on!..

Brittany!.. you got to..

come on up!..".. You!..

got to.. hold on.. Yeah!..

you got to.. hold on.. So!..

bless my heart.. and..

bless yours too.. I..

don't know where..

I'm gonna go..

don't know what..

I'm gonna do..

Well!.. must be..

somebody up above..

Saying!.. "Come on!..

Brittany!.. you got to..

come on up!..".. You!..

got to.. hold on..

Yeah!.. you got to..

hold on.. Yeah..

you got.. to wait..

Hey!.. you got.. to wait..

But!..

I don't.. wanna wait..

I don't.. wanna wait.. So!..

bless my heart..

bless my mind..

I got so..

much to do..

I ain't got.. much time.. So!..

must be someone.. up above

Saying!.. "Come on..

girl.. yeah..

you got to..

get back up!..".. You!

got to.. hold on.. Yea!..

you got to..

hold on.. Yeah!..

you got.. to wait..

I don't.. wanna wait.. Well!..

I don't.. wanna wait.. No!..

I don't.. wanna wait..

You got to!.. hold on!..

You got to!.. hold on!..

You got to!!.. hold on!..

You got to!!.. hold on!.."

I finished playing basking in the sheer 'admiration' of everyone inside the hall.. a 'modest' gathering.. but the two characters who were walking into the brothel right as soon as I was starting to 'serenade' my 'ladies-of-the-night' have revealed themselves looking exactly like what I picture a young 'Rogue-Prince' Prince Daemon Targaryen.. and a beautiful younger exotic woman who Im assuming is an 'equally-young' Mysaria the 'White-Worm'.. or otherwise know as 'Prince' Daemon's 'white-whore'..