One, two, three, I threw my throwing knives in quick succession. I hit the first two targets with only the first one being a killing blow. Still, I thought it was a decent effort for someone who's self trained, at least when it comes to throwing them.
Afterall I've spent all 9 years of my life in this brothel after being reincarnted with nothing but my knives alongside training dummys without counting the visits I get. As I walk to retrieve my knives I hear the gate open indicating someone's finally visiting my basement or prison depending on my keepers mood.
"Where are you doing Waters?" Said Sal, my combat teacher from Braavos. Sal wasn't his real name and he felt a bastard was unworthy of hearing his name despite being from Essos. If I could sum up Sal in a few words he just wanted any excuse to be above everyone. Something he could back with his sword skills, he's taught me how to wield two long swords at once just like Ser Arthur Dane in the TV show version of arguably the greatest swordsman. However whatever timeline I popped up in, is a cluster fuck of everything that I knew about the world of ice and fire. For instance the Targaryens still ruled. Viserys Targaryen, the very one from house of the dragon is king currently. Although what should cause me to fear isn't the dragons that are still here and maybe in greater numbers but the number of Targaryens around.
From the prison I live in I'm unable to learn all the details and not that it would help as I barely know anything beyond the TV shows but I know that there is something incredibly wrong here. I may not know the names but even through these walls I've heard the Blackfyre name ring through these halls and that of their house. From my deduction and the visitors of the brothel, I know the Hightowers live here and heard talk about Alicent Hightower. An adult Rhaenyra Targaryen could also be on the table of possibilities. I've also heard the ladies of the night cry about their encounter with an Aerion from house Targaryen.
"WATERS!" Sal spoke as he tossed my two swords at my chest for me to catch. "Get your head out of the clouds bastard, the lesson will be short today." I nodded not wanting to anger him further. I twrilled my swords around preparing, they were lighter then normal swords considering my small stature and the fact I hadn't hit puberty yet. Sal struck first with his left making me block with my right and follow up with an attack with my left. We contuined changing blows and as time went by Sal began to throw attacks using both his swords which I barley blocked with my stength until finaly I dropped them to the floor. "Hahaha, maybe next time your grip will be the same as your mother's when she worked here." One of these days I'll stand over this fucker as he bleeds out mark my words.
Sal started to gloat about his skill again as always then curse the Sea lord of Braavos. He stated that he was never the First Sword of Braavos due to his combat style being too barbaric for the court and the match he lost for the postion was because he was drunk. After finishing he went to grab a cup upstairs before resuming our lession. In terms of talent and skill I believe I already surpassed Sal thanks to his teachings but the last time I tried to beat him, Sal used his strength paired with his endurance and kicked the shit out of me. "Alright Waters lets resume."
We kept sparing for another four rounds each one ending with my loss due to a kick or being overpowered. I rarely kicked knowing he would return it two fold with a knee to the stomach if I failed. By the time the fith round ended I was on the floor from a legsweep when I heard my captor arrive, Petyr Baelish the same one from the show. "Good Moring Sal, mind leaving me and the boy alone, your services for today are over."
We watched as Sal left claiming he would look for a whore and a bottle of wine. Petyr turned to look at me, "well aren't you going to greet your father boy." Internally I rolled my eyes and went to give him a hug playing the foolish adoptive son, "good morning father what brings you down here to my room?" He lowered himself to my hight and retrived an item wrapped in cloth from beneath his robes, "here, happy name day, I thought I might get you something from your heirtage."
I unwrapped the cloth and saw a dagger in old vintage white of the same colour as bones, "its a dagger made of bones?" He scoffed, "not just any bones but those from a dragon, the merchant I bought this from said its from Valyria." I twisted the dagger in my palm seeing the enscripts on the handle although I have no knowledge what they meant. I hugged him again, "thanks father." Petyr ran his hand on my bald head feeling the specks of hair growing back, "Hmm seems its time for another shave." I let go of him and nodded, "I'll do it right away but could you please let me go play out in the sun for a bit its been more then a week since the last time father." He scratched his beard and placed his hand on my shoulder tapping it once, "Of course, just this once Maegor. But remember no one can know your a Targaryen so shave your head first then go outside. I'll leave the door open and instruct one of the girls to bring you breakfast down here again, Maegor." Each time he spoke my name I noted the sarcaism in his tone. I bid him farewell and went to the bucket of water placed by the well in my basement. I got my head wet and took out a knife that I always carried and shaved.
Hopefully I'll be able to hear the gossip in the red keep today and figure out how far we are in whatever plot is taking place and meet my little friend. So far from what I've gathered is that soon it could be the start of the 'game of thrones' or the 'the dance of the dragons'. The uncertainty spooks me, it might be entirely it's own thing. By then hopefully I'll find a way out of this brothel. My only wish so far is to be far away when shit hits the fan, that and knowing how fucked I am. However my current situation also worries me, am I really a Targaryen, a bastard of one or just something little finger created through breeding two other bastards? My skin is pale, hair is sliver-blonde I think? And from what others told me I have bright purple eyes like an amethyst.
I made my way up the stairs and headed for the roof nodding to the girls of the brothel on my way not wanting to draw attention. For the most part no one talked to me other then the few new ladys who were hired and wondering what a boy was doing here. Lately though they've been asking if I "wanted" something which freaked me out knowing I'm just 9 when some of them are older then the age limit in my original world. Hmm I wonder how my girlfriend is doing? Did the cops catch her and her bestfriend who killed me? Honestly I don't care anymore or better yet I have worse problems knowing that my captor, Petry, could be planing thngs with me in mind.
I reached the roof, thankfully it was empty and better yet my old friend was there, a crow with three eyes. The first time I saw him, I knew who he was but after 9 years he hasn't done much to show me his intentions. But him being here consistently made me wonder if he knew that this timeline differed or what knowledge he held. The three eyed crow would just listen to what I had to say throughtout the years although I only told him what I've done since I last saw him. Thus I told him how my week was and the gift Petry got me for my name day. When I told him about the dagger he flapped his wings indicating he wished to see it. I took it out from my pocket and showed it to him. Holding it in my hands he flew towards it and pecked my finger causing it to bleed over it and flew away. I licked my finger and tried to stop it from bleeding more while I looked over the dagger. Knowing the old crow must of had his reasons I analyzed the dagger but saw no change.
After the bleeding stopped I started walking back to the basement when a veiled woman appeared on the roof top next to the stairs. It startled me, I hadn't heard her come up them, probably lost in my conversation with the bird. She weared long robes of black with a few lines of red going down it and her veil was red enough to cover her face entirely.
"Are you happy?" She asked in a voice that would peak the heart of any man or woman.
I answered holding my new dagger behind my back just in case, "ya, its my name day. I got to go outside. The roof is your's, my lady."
Cautiously I walked to her direction trying to make my way down the stairs. Her covered head turned to watch me as I stepped around her. I felt her hidden eyes watching my face as if I were the only thing in the world worth the effort. Walking past her and reaching the hallway of the third floor I heard her yell, "wait, please let me give you something."
The veiled woman ran down the stairs holding the ends of her robes until she reached me. By then I pulled out my knive in front of her feeling nervous about her actions.
She knelt down before me and pulled out a thin necklace with a dark ruby attached to it. It had been cut into the shape of a star and made the otherwise thin sliver necklace look lavish.
"Please take it, it's yours to keep my little comet." Despite me holding a dagger she grabbed my free hand placing it there and hugged me. I felt her tears running down my neck as she held me.
To say I was caught off guard was an understatement as it took a while for me to realize she ran off afterwards. Using my little legs I ran after her wanting to know if it really was who I hoped she was. When I reached the entrance of the brothel she was gone and no one could care less when I asked for her.
Defeated I walked back to my basement and ate the bittersweet biscuit little finger added for today only, through the tears of a now ten year old's eyes.