Before even opening my eyes, my head was pounding. All I could think was I had drank way too much last night. Once I opened eyes I had noticed I was in an unfamiliar room. Starting to wonder where I am and where that girl is. I went out alone last night since I was just dumped by my now x-girlfriend. I had found out she was cheating on me after she gave me an std. Well I was pissed and didn't care too much and ended up hooking up with a rather large lady. Last thing I vaguely remembered was she got on top of me and it started to feel like she was crushing me. Like the saying goes, taking home a big girl is like riding a moped, it's fun until your friends catch you on one. I really can't remember her face but her voice was really high pitched but not as bad as running your fingernails on a chalkboard.
I hear some foot steps that seem to be approaching from outside the room I'm in. The door opens up and some light comes into what I have just figured out to be a cell. The guy looks at me and shakes his head and leaves. Wtf is going on and how did I get in here? Now with some light in the room I am laying on a damn flat rock. What the fuck is going on?
I hear someone yelling my name. Bash get your drunk ass out here. At this moment I nearly faint from a massive new headache. All of these memories are filling my head. I am starting to figure out a few things. The dream I had last night of that irritating voice laughing at me And telling me I died under a woman was real. But since I did a good dead on the way out I was given a chance at a new life but it would be more difficult and rewarding than I could imagine. All I could think at this moment was of that woman's voice.
Bash get out of the cell!!!
Damn whoever is yelling sure is pissed. Don't they know it's horrible to yell at someone who is nursing a hangover. As I stand up I realize that the clothes I am wearing are from the the renaissance era, or at least to appear that way. My memories are a bit fuzzy still. I finally stand and leave my accommodations and see the "attendant" or as others say guard outside and he points to the right. I walk down the hallway and after turning a corner see two pissed off old people. After thinking for a second I say hello to my dad and grandfather. My dad huffs and turns to leave and my grandfather bust out laughing. It seems like the previous guy got along great with "gramps".
Gramps looks at me and says"Bash would you just like to move in down here? You spend more nights in these cells than you do at the manor. Do you really hate your wife that much? You said you could handle a lot of responsibility and she is a lot of responsibility".
I close my eyes and think. All of a sudden the girl I picked up from the bar is back in my mind and it seems like this was forced to marry her. Ever since then he has been getting drunk in the village and ending up in the cells as apposed to going home and consummating his marriage.
Following my gramps out of the station I hop in the carriage with my family. I look and my dad is ignoring me and looking out the window. I am trying to sort my memories out and my feelings. My last life was kinda shit. No family, a lot of friends and a few x girlfriends. This guy had a silver spoon for the most part. He seems to have been a cultivator and a fairly gifted one as well. His wife was from the overlord of the region. While most try to cultivate and become stronger, she ate baked goods and well just about anything. It was a forced marriage and to put it in the words of the asshole.... you can have your son marry my daughter or your family can cease to be among the living. So they sold me to the big guys big daughter.
Sorry it's short but gotta put kid to bed... no clue on what I'm doing besides having fun. I will post more as often as I can.
Jist of this is the readers(you guys and gals) will be affecting and playing a role in this guys life. It might be a harem or it may just be like he may have a few x's