Chương 1: Reincarnation
Hello~, Author here. For those who want to know, Daenerys will be the main waifu, I still don't know if I'll add to that, but MC will definitely have some slaves or side chicks due to a certain reason that will surface in later chapters.
This is not a system story, and although it got some dark scenes, it is usually chill. There is no wish fulfilment of sudden powerups that will occur.
At the beginning, there will be quite a lot of time skips, as I don't like writing about baby life and whatnot.
This is all, Enjoy.
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"Hello and welcome to another episode of season review! Today, we will be talking about the ending of Game of Thrones. In latest news of Game of Thrones, a lot of fans believe that the series writers failed Daenerys Targaryen. With Game of Thrones having ended in such a controversial manner, Daenerys Targaryen's ending was one of the most controversial. After spending season after season as an ostensibly heroic character, she took a dark turn in the latter half of season 8, eventually reducing King's Landing to ash and rubble via dragon fire. She was then killed by her lover, Jon Snow (Kit Harrington), who felt she had to be stopped before bringing destruction down wherever she wanted. It was an ending that left a lot of viewers feeling like the series rushed through the character's arc, improperly bridging Daenerys' turn from hero to villain....."
"This was FFTC news presenter Amy Fox, and good night"
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Somewhere in New York..
"F*CK! Shit, F*ck, you son of a bitch! Whyyyyy!? Grrrrrrrr, WHY IS THE ENDING LIKE THIS" I screamed at the top of my lungs in frustration.
I had just finished the last episode of game of thrones and saying I hated it was an understatement. *Sniff* Waifu~ *Sniff* why did the producers and directors do this to you !!
Daenerys was my Waifu in the show, my favourite character, and the MC of my various fantasies. For her to lose her mind and burn down King's landing..Sigh, she was not in the right state of mind.
All that was on her mind was revenge for the death of her loved ones. And although I pitied her for her messy life, I also admired her strong character and will, as well as her ability to adapt and remain calm in dangerous situations.
"Those damn producers, they just had to ruin the ending, great...just fucking great"
Slamming away my pillow to the opposite wall, I roll on my bed so that I'm laying on my stomach.
Rage still filled my mind, 'why' was the only thing I could ask. This episode could have gone in so many different ways that I find it moronic that the producers decided on this shitty ending.
I mean, I was so obsessed with the show and Daenerys that I learned how to speak Dothraki from a fan-made website. This is not even mentioning the times when I would envision myself getting isekied into the show, which led me to research what I would do, how to gather money and how to create different modern products like glass, paper, beer, vodka and such.
"I wish I got reincarnated like those MCs and go to game of thrones, so I'll be able to be with my Waifu and make use of all that useless medieval knowledge I accumulated while fantasizing about reincarnation...mostly the former though"
I muttered while closing my eyes, I'm sleeping this sadness off.
Just then, a unique bolt of blood-red lightning that had the diameter of a basketball, bolted from the clear skies out of God knows where striking my head.
"S-Shit..." Is the only thing I managed to mutter before darkness overtook my vision. No one knows if this will prove to be a blessing or a curse.
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Essos, year ???
The Dothraki Sea
In a wide patch of grass, a medium-sized khalasar (basically a clan but in Dothraki culture), a couple hundred huts appear to be scattered in the wide plain.
These small huts are made of woven grass, which were built by slaves captured during slaves, and can only fit about 5 people inside.
However different from the rest, a wide hut lay in the middle of the scattered small huts. This is where the khal lives with his khaleesi (wife), who is currently in the midst of giving birth.
"(In Dothraki) Push! It's almost out khaleesi..just a little more, one last push!!" said a female slave to her khaleesi.
Khaleesi: "Hgnnnnnn....ugh *hah* *hah, hnggnnnnnnnnn *Squish* *haaah*"
"Congratulations, it's a healthy boy my lady!" Replied the slave to the exhausted khaleesi while holding the newborn.
"*Haah" Let me hold him.." said the Khaleesi with a weak smile, whose name is Layaffi, meaning to be happy.
Holding him, a bright smile of motherly love appears on Layaffi's face.
"*Waaaaaaaa* Shhhhh, shhhhhh, my little stallion, you'll grow up to be a great Khal, just like your father. I'll name you Virsal."
After giving her baby boy a name, exhaustion overtook Layaffi, and she fell asleep with him in her arms, leaving the slave to clean up the mess resulting from labour.
A week later..(Virsal POV)
Soooooo, yeah......I got reincarnated...
I already got over the shock two days ago, and I am honestly both excited and afraid. Afraid of this cruel world and the decisions I would have to make, and excited at the prospect of meeting characters from my favourite show.
However, the thought of meeting Daenerys in the future easily triumphed over my fear. OK, let's think this through. If I want to be Daenerys's husband, I need but three things.
First and foremost, a dashing, handsome face, and going by my mother's words, whose name I discovered was Layaffi, I should be the most beautiful baby in the world..... though I suspect motherly love is affecting her decision making....yeah probably.
Second, I need to have the biggest and most powerful Khalasar. Currently, I have no way of tracking down my little dragon, and the only reference I have is her brother Viserys coming to the strongest khal and marrying her off to him in exchange for his army. So he could 'reclaim' his birthright on the iron throne, or so he said.
So, I'll have to be the strongest khal, and get Viserys to marry her to me, he'd be sparring me the effort of looking for her myself, not that I'll spare him though.
The problem is, I don't know which year this is, heck, I don't know if Daenerys is even born yet. No need to dwell on it though as I have no way of knowing the current year. One thing that I have to my advantage is that I'm the khalakka (heir) as my father is the khal, and I have no siblings that I know of.
Third, is to become the strongest, not the wuxia protagonist kind, but the self-preservation kind. Dothraki believe a weak khal should be killed and replaced, so I have to be stronger than at least the rest of the Dothraki. Intense training awaits.
My mother is in her early thirties but appears to be in her twenties, she has long raven black hair and light blue eyes. I inherited her hair and eyes, as for my father, I've not seen him yet, but from the words and little clues I overheard from my mother, he's currently away fighting a nearby khalasar.
"Virsal, what are you staring off for dear?" the warm, soft voice of my mother greeting my ears, guess I was too engrossed in planning.
Anyway, those plans are for the late future, for now, I will enjoy my mother's warm embrace...among other things hehe~.
"Waa, Waa, mmm," I said, while turning around in my mother's arms and hugging her left boob. Come one dear mama, allow me to embrace and cuddle against your fine cleavage while I suck your tasty milk.
Any man of culture out there would definitely share my enthusiasm...right?
"You're hungry little stallion? Sigh, with how much you're drinking every day, I'm sure you'll grow up to be a fine, strong man!" Replied Layaffi, if only she knew her son's thoughts, if only she knew.
Sliding down a part of her long, one-piece white dress, her slightly tanned boob was unlocked for the world to admire.
'Large, firm and full of milk, what a fine set of mommy milkers you got there mom. A fine set indeed' (Virsal)
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There will be a lot of time skips in the next chapter as I don't to make his childhood into a whole ark. And won't focus on Virsal's childhood that much.
Time skips will slow down after the next two chapters.
Chương 2: Dothraki
I'm currently 2 years old, and in these measly two years, I've seen more deaths than an army veteran back from the battlefield. Duels to the death were a common occurrence in the khalasar,
After all, everyone wanted to prove he is stronger than their neighbours, it is a matter of bravery and a show of strength. The first time my mother Layaffi took me to watch one of those duels, which are honestly better-called death matches, as although they are meant to be simple friendly duels, they most likely than not end in one of the participants being a cold corpse.
Back to topic, when I first saw one of those duels, I was impressed. They fought bravely and like savages, without armour or fear of injury. However by the end of the fight when the loser's head was cut off from his shoulders...I passed out.
It was too much mental stress for a two-year-old mind. I recovered a few days later, though my mother took this as a sign of weakness, and insisted that I got used to death. So from then on, at every chance she would get, we would go to see duels, executions, and wars...from the side of course.
Speaking of wars, there was one every couple of months, either we're raiding a settlement or fighting other khalasars. Forgot to mention, I met my father, built like a bodybuilder, he has tanned bronze skin and long black braided hair so long it reached the middle of his back.
In Dothraki culture, a warrior never cuts his hair until he is defeated in battle, and looking at my father's, it's safe to say he's one tough dude.
He was the tough love kind, he never kissed or hugged me, but patted my back a lot and looked at me fondly. Actually, he was kind of overprotective. When my mother would take me to watch wars, he would place half of his bloodriders to guard us. Hard from the outside, soft-...softer on the inside.
When he first returned, I discovered that our khalasar is actually much larger than I first speculated, this is because all men and women go to war except the injured and sick. Now with everyone here, I was able to witness a sea of tents extending far away.
My guess is that it's about 15 to 18 thousand warriors, making this but a medium-sized khalasar. Khal Drogo in the show had 40 thousand. Seems I'll have to work hard in the future.
This makes my this khalasar ranked third from my knowledge. The khalasar of Khal Viqallo to the northwest of Essos has 50,000 screamers. While The khalasar of Khal Horro is currently about 20,000 men strong and wanders in the areas around Myr.
The khalasar right under us, occupying the fourth place, is the khalasar of Khal Azho, with 12,000 Dothraki.
Bloodriders fulfil the roles of guards, brothers, shadows, and friends to the khal in ways that run deeper than the oath of the Kingsguard to the king on the Iron Throne. The khal and his bloodriders commonly refer to each other as "blood of my blood".
One weird thing, however, is that after each war, father comes back home with three cups worth of blood....and makes each of us drink a cup.
Overlooking the fact that a 2-year-old (me) was forced to drink blood, which I don't think is very healthy, why was the most interesting yet messed up answer.
Apparently, each khal has his very own unique way of celebrating a strong enemy. Like adding the cut-off hair braid of the defeated enemy to your own hair, marking tattoos on your body for every khal you kill.
My father's unique celebration is to bring himself and his family a cup of blood from the strongest warrior he's fought after a war, and making them drink it. It symbolises taking the enemy's strength for yourself and your family.
I don't really mind though, I found the taste rather sweet, which was weird enough for me as I knew blood didn't taste like that. To make matters even more bizarre, when asked, my mother said it tasted awful and told me to just endure it. This shall require further research.
And yes, I can already talk at two years old, making my mother break into tears that her son is a genius and my father to remark that she had a successful stallion heart ceremony before she gave birth to me.
During the ceremony, the khaleesi will attempt to consume the heart of a stallion under the supervision of the dosh khaleen. Due to the prohibition on bearing steel in Vaes Dothrak, the mother must tear apart the stallion's heart with her bare teeth and fingernails.
If she eats the entire heart, she will bear a son who is strong and swift and fearless; if she chokes on the blood or retches up the flesh, the omens are less favourable — the child might be stillborn, weak, deformed or female.
I remember Daenerys doing the same thing in the show, however her baby came out stillborn and deformed due to the blood magic, which is forbidden by Dothraki culture, that was used by Mirri Maz Duur at the request of Daenerys herself in an attempt to heal khal Drogo.
The taste of blood wasn't the only strange thing happening, after every cup of blood I consumed, I can feel my strength increase. My conjecture is that I somehow absorb a portion of strength from whoever that blood belonged to, who is supposedly the strongest opponent father faced...so the amount of strength I absorb is overwhelming.
And as a side effect, whenever I drink a cup of blood, I fall into a deep sleep for a couple of days, I'm guessing my body is giving itself time to adapt. I also noticed that I get tired more easily while under the sun, while it's night-time however, I feel like a fish in the sea.
...I'm not stupid, I'm realising what this is all pointing at, a vampire...however I'm not dead, my body is still warm to the touch, and I don't have red eyes or fangs. So the only other source for these anomalies is the red lightning that struck me before I was reborn.
Since reaching that conclusion, I began to meditate every night before sleeping, hoping to get something, anything from it.
But only time would tell if my efforts bore fruit.
2 years later...
Dothraki, literally means "riders". Dothraki boys learn to shoot bows from horseback when they are only four years old. The Dothraki will abandon a sick or injured leader who can no longer ride a horse.
I am experiencing this first hand, as evident by my current position on top of a horse....ACK!! I fell miserably again, like the countless times before this, but I was shown no mercy.
I was immediately picked up and placed on the horse again, as harsh as this training method sounds, it is effective. As in a few weeks, I was already able to ride smoothly on top of the horse, make it jump, run and turn and mount it on my own.
I was also being taught how to use a longbows that are huge, and recurved with impressive range and striking power that can be fired from horseback and an arakh (a curved sword), as well as daggers and whips....why do I have to learn how to use whips again?
My father, as the Khal, brought me the best (harshest) trainers to teach me (beat into me) how to use those weapons skillfully. I was particularly good with the whip...I don't like where this is going.
I am currently training with an arakh from one muscular old man, with a bald head and a long grey beard and eyes.
*Slash*
I dodge.
*Thrust*
I dodge.
*Low slide kick*
I don't dodg-ACK PFFFFF.
"*COUGH* *Cough*, can you go a little easy on me old man! I'm only four you old fart!" I shouted, or squeaked with how high pitch my voice is right now.
"You only dodge bit rarely ever attack, dodging is good, but it will never win you a fight! In a fight, you need to be constantly on the move, if there's no space you go around your enemy in circles. After you parry or dodge a blow, you counter with a decisive blow. You need to search for an opening..."
Oh, my great stallion! Won't this old man shut up, now that he's in his lecture mode, I can just sleep while keeping my eyes open and nodding every 5 seconds. *Hhhaahh* I'm tired~zzZZ.
"Isn't that right Virsal?"
*Nods*
"You move counterclockwise towards the enemy's blind spot and.."
*Nods*
"Now let's end this for today, meet me here tomorrow at first light" he then turns around and leaves.
*Nods*
*Nods*
*Nods*
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30 minutes later..
*Nods* *Blinks* *looks around*
"Huh?.."
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