A/N: Hey guys,
This is my second writing. I hope you like it.
My first writing is
HunterXHunter: The OOP Hero.
If you haven't read it plz check it.
This one will focus on strategy, scheme, and betrayal.
The update rate is going to be twice or thrice a week depending on the free time I have.
Enjoy.
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In the beautiful city of Madrid, Spain, at the corner of Alcala street, a small winery shop stood there. A young man in his twenties, called Edward, owned this tiny shop.
Edward was a good looking young man. His family owned a factory that made different alcohol like Vodka, rum, etc. His family helped him own his winery shop. He was a lucky young man when it came to his family but unlucky when it came to his love life. He was twenty-five years old this year and hadn't ever had a girlfriend.
Edward was different from his friends, especially when it came to his hobbies. Since he had started watching Game Of Thrones and watched all the schemes and the shit life, he developed a hobby. Edward started searching about war tactics. He studied the war book of 'Sun Tzu' and read about the different wars that happened throughout history.
He was fascinated by Chinese wars, especially their strategies. He loved the way Rome trained its soldiers. He admired the Spanish Marine wars and the Spanish ships and didn't forget about the British navy.
He also studied politics and was fascinated by how the politicians with only a small word could make their enemy suffer from rising riots.
He even searched for a lot of knowledge. As Edward had a very strong memory that was able to memorize everything easily, he memorized the glass and paper making process. He was even able to put his hand on a lot of blueprints of the ships of Spanish and British Armada.
He always hoped that he could live such a messed up life. Despite his obsession, he didn't neglect his life and continued living his life to the fullest.
One day when he was closing the shop, a thief attacked him, trying to rob his shop. He didn't like trouble. But when it came to finding him, he would face it with his all.
He first let the thief came near him to get the money that he took from the cashier. When the thief was sure he was safe, he came close while still holding his knife.
Seeing this, Edward held the thief's hand, holding the knife, and tried to disarm him. Although he managed to achieve that, he didn't know that the thief had hidden another knife.
Before he knew it, the thief stabbed him from the back. The knife cut through his heart. He felt some pain, and before he knew it, he lost consciousness and died.
Edward didn't know how long had it been till his conscience came back. He suddenly felt a slap on his butt and couldn't help but open his eyes. He tried to shout at the one who slapped him but what came was a baby's cry.
"whaaaaa. Whaaaaa." Cried, Edward.
"Congratulations, Lady Cassana. You have strong twin boys." Said the midwife while delivering the babies to the tired lady.
"Their names are Robert and Edward Baratheon." Smiled, the tired lady.
Soon came a voice from outside.
"how is Cassana doing? And what about the boy?"
"Take it easy, Steffon. I am alright. And you don't have a boy. You have twin boys." Said Cassana trying to calm her husband.
The grave expression on Steffon's face melted when he heard his wife's voice, and a small smile appeared on his face when he heard what she said.
During all this, Edward was having a break down for multiple reasons. First, he tried hard to remember who he was, but all he got was nothing. Edward knew that He had lived a life before and was, probably, reincarnated, but he couldn't remember his name or his family. He couldn't remember, even a name from his previous life. He did not remember anything of common sense nor his personality. All he remembered was the bits of knowledge that his memory memorized and the passion of his past life. He also regained his thinking process that was why he could think of all that.
The second reason was that he heard a word that shocked his soul. The word 'Baratheon' was a word from a world he longed for in his memories.
'Did I really reincarnate into the game of thrones world? What a shit luck I have??' Thought Edward as he quickly got over the fact that he couldn't remember anyone from his previous life, including himself.
'But wait, did she just say Robert? I, the twin brother of this fucker? What the hell? And I am the younger at that?' thought Edward as he cursed this shit luck of his.
'Well, first I need to understand the situation here first before deciding what to do.' Thought, Edward.
Edward, first, looked at the lady who was supposed to be his mother. She was really, a beautiful and elegant lady and from his reading in his previous life about her she was a supportive woman who helped her husband in everything. Even when Steffon was drunk and tried to force himself on a noble lady in king's landing and was stopped by Ser Arthur Dayne, she didn't blame him and still stood beside him till the end when they both died in a shipwreck by a storm in shipbreaker bay.
He then turned to look at his supposed father. He was one of the few efficient lords in Westeros. He was not greedy and loved his people, and most of his people liked him. Even the madman Ayrs Targaryen liked this cousin of his. And if not for the shipwreck, he would have been appointed as the Hand-Of-The-King instead of Tywin Lannister.
'I need to decide how I should behave in front of them. Do I take them as my father and mother or strange people? I don't know. Well, I will leave it to the future for now. I need to plan on how to handle this fucker. This shit of personality of his makes him hate all his brothers which meant that I am included in his hate. I already hate his personality from the show anyway and since this is Westeros, I think I could hate my brothers too, not Stannis so.' Thought, Edward.
He began to think about his future. First, he needed to be a good fighter and learn how to house a sword. And although he was the twin of Robert. He wouldn't be like Robert and go for a bland and destructive weapon like a war hammer. Although the war hammer was a great weapon, it only had a few sets of moves. It all depended on the strength. The heavier the hammer, the greater the strength required for a swing. In a duel or private one-on-one combat, you would be restrained by the hammer more than anything.
Edward would go for light swords with a spear and a bow, and if he trained his strength well and were able to train with two light swords that would be for the best. He would learn the water dance of bravo plus the samurai Miyamoto Musashi, Japan's Sword Saint. As for the spear, he had learned many arts.
Second, he would not forget his body too. His body determined his raw power. And Edward could not accept for himself to be shortened and let the fucker next to him have more strength than him.
Third, he had to be the lord of Storm's End and lord paramount of the storm lands. He would not let Robert nor the idiot, Renly take it. He needed the power to create an army and enter the game of thrones. He didn't want to be a king, at least until the Zombie Night King fucker died.
Edward was planning to turn Stormsland into the Kingdom of Stormsland by the time of the Rebellion and by the time the show's event unfolded, he would get rid of the other great houses and take full control of Westeros.
After thinking of all this, Edward felt sleepy and could not help but close his eyes.