"Hey! Have you heard the rumors?!" A man yelled to his companion as he put down the mug of ale, a frown creeping on his brows. The tavern was too full today, everyone eager to discuss the prince's victory.
"Hah! Of course, I did!" His companion replied before yelling, "Another!" As he pointed to his empty mug. Turning to his friend, "Who hasn't?!"
Both men then turned to the crowd, and true to his words, almost everyone was discussing the battle.
"Heh! I don't believe it!" One among the crowd slurred. His face red and his body swooning, "They say he alone killed thousands! That is a lie! No man can slay a hundred, let alone thousands!" He exclaimed with confidence.
""Aye!"" A round of nods followed as men in the tavern raised their cups, agreeing with the drunkard as they murmured their disbelief. That is until a lone voice echoed, "You're wrong."
The tavern became unnaturally silent at the comment. The men turned to the source of the voice, a man sitting at the counter. His head was low while his voice was solemn as he continued, "He didn't just kill thousands. He alone killed half of the army…"
"...Bahahaha!" The crowd erupted in laughter after a moment, each laughing until their faces turned red and ale spilled off their hands. "Took out half the rebels, he says! Hahaha, what a mindless bastard!" One among the crowd mocked.
"Did you hear that at your mother's tits?! Hahaha!" Another mocked. The man waited, his expression still like a calm lake, unbothered by the mockery.
After the crowd had died down, he turned, his weathered and yet stern gaze surprising a few. "I didn't hear it. I saw it."
This time, the crowd turned silent, all eyes staring at him for an explanation. "I was one of the soldiers sent as an escort for the injured ahead of the main army." He revealed.
The crowd's eyes went wide; they gazed at him up and down, judging him. He did look like a soldier, but….
"I'll tell you what I saw." The man continued, dragging a mug of ale down the counter before gulping it down. "The prince…" he said, wiping off his mouth, "He was a monster!"
The entire tavern grew still, some even forgetting to drink. "He stood alone in the battlefield," he began, "his gaze like a lion, his violet eyes burning like fire as he gazed down on his prey." His body shivered as he uttered his words, his eyes trembling in fear and reverence.
"I haven't seen Aegon the Conqueror, but I believe even he would kneel before the prince!"
The crow's eyes grew wide at the proclamation. Aegon?! The conqueror?! Kneeling to a wet prince?! They were skeptical, some even sneering at the man. But none voiced it out, letting the man continue.
"He was like a dragon flying down on the sheep. Limbs flew and guts spilled in his wake. His sword cut down tens of rebels with each swing.
The trident grew islands of flesh and rivers of blood.
The wolves were ripped off their jaws, the falcons and the ravens were torn off their wings, and the stags were destroyed off their proud antlers.
And the demon with the giant hammer, hah! He had his hands cut off by the prince before he could take his first swing!
And at last, he sat. On a throne of severed heads and a mountain of hides he slew. Surrounded by a fire that danced on the dead and a river that flowed with blood.
…Fire and Blood!
That was the prince, the dragon-born flesh, Prince Rhaegar Targaryen!"
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Guys,
I had this idea when I was doom scrolling, searching for a good, epic fanfic on game of thrones. This idea is not originally mine but a guy named, Michael_Williams_3191.
The guy was good but he abandoned it after writing three chapters, so I'm taking the idea. Hope he doesn't mind, and you guys too.
If you want you can check his fanfic out, the title is: ASOIAF: Reborn As Rhaegar!
Anyways, thanks for checking the story out. If you like it, add it to your libraries. The schedule I'm thinking of is, one chapter a day. Of course, the chapters won't be as short as this, I promise at least a thousand words.