The night is dark and full of terrors.
The Stag's Daughter (ASOIAF/Worm)
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Life always had a fun way of screwing people over, no matter who they were. Rich people could die of illness or in an accident, their money worthless once they're several feet under the ground. Poor people had to deal with not having enough money to feed or clothe their families, among other things.
I, on the other hand, had to end up trapped in a locker filled with disgusting s***. With my eyes closed shut, my bloody and torn hands were no longer trying to claw myself out of my locker. Instead, they felt the soft grass? I opened my eyes too quickly, which resulted in my eyes being blinded from the sun for a few seconds as I emptied whatever vomit I had stored in me on the ground.
My fingers dug into the soft ground as I struggled to breath, until the remains of my lunch soiled the ground. Wiping my mouth with the sleeve of my hoodie, I froze.
"W-What?" I croaked as I stared at my hands. Not a single drop scratch or wound. What was this? My hands shook as I flexed them slowly. I finally tore my eyes away from my healed hands when the sound of cheering, laughter and music invaded my ears. Standing up, I took a shaky step forward, avoiding my puddle of vomit.
The music, where was it coming from? Around were just some shrubs and trees, but even from here I could see a clearing a few feet away. Taking another unsteady step, I walked towards the music.
Music and laughter meant people right? People meant answers, answers that I needed. After almost stumbling on a tree root, I steadied myself on a tree on the edge of the clearing, with the small group of trees I found myself in being on top of a small hill, I took a deep breath, allowing the smell of pine to clear my nostrils. Mm, I always liked pine and was that pork? I pushed myself off of the tree and stumbled into the clearing, revealing dozens if not hundreds of brightly colored tents.
Next to the camp, was what appeared to be a jousting field, completed with another fancy tent on in side, and luxurious seats filled with people on the other.
People. My eyes turned back to the colorful camp, but my legs dragged me towards the list field. Crowds of armored men surrounded the side I approached, their armor shining in the sunlight. Did I end up at the Renaissance festival? They usually weren't open this late in the year, well the one that Mom and Dad used to take me to.
I walked up to a knight with a fox on his tabard, who was standing next to a beautiful horse as a younger boy held his lance. Neither of them seemed to notice me.
"Uh, hi?"
The knight and his squire both ignored me. Steeling myself, I paused about three feet away from them.
"Hi?" I said a bit louder this time. Still no response. Now that, that made me mad.
"Hey!" I shouted, I stomped towards the knight's side and tried tapping his shoulder. The key word there being tried, as my hand simply went through him, as if I wasn't even there. "What the f***"
I took a step back, my breathing started to quicken.
What was going on here?
After several attempts at slapping the young squire and the fox knight, I found myself sitting in one of the stands, watching the jousting matches. Knights in shining plate armor charged at each other, their lances having the banners of whatever family they were from, or from whatever lord they served.
The fox knight lost in his first tilt, against a knight in silver armor, decorated with sapphires and twining black vines. They were all so beautiful and magnificent, these Knights of Summer, as if they came out of a storybook, ready to go and save a princess locked in a tower.
Yet, none of them could compare to the man that was sitting in the fancy tent that was on the other side of the jousting field. With pitch black hair that fell to right above his shoulder, a large and muscular frame, and the crown that seemed to be made of antlers on his head, he looked every bit a king. A beautiful woman with brown hair sat next to him, her face proud. Huh, she only looked a few years older than me.
I licked my dry lips. I needed water, and something to eat badly. Half of my lunch was spilled all over the forest floor, the other half ruined by Emma and her friends.
A woman's voice snaked its way into my ears.
'Renly, that one is copper, bright and shiny, pretty to look at, but not worth that much at the end of the day.'
Wha-
I woke up with a gasp, scrambling to my feet except this time I felt cold, hard stone instead of the much softer grass, and warm wooden stands I was seated in.
"Ok, this is weird." The words escaped my lips easily. This was definitely the work of some cape. W-What would they want with me though?
I slid down the cold stone wall and curled myself into a ball. I could do little to stop myself from sobbing.
I just wanted to go home.
After my tears ran out, I decided to finally get up. Whereas the jousting field was full of cheer and laughter, this castle or I assume its a castle, felt cold and damp. It smelled of death, like the funeral home the guys from Dad's work scrounged enough money for Mom.
I followed the hallway and whatever people I ran into, until I finally managed to find myself on the battlements. I had to keep a hand on the wall as I struggled to walk, my stomach was starting to hurt so much.
Wincing as I ignored a sharp pang of pain, I finally got a better look of the castle. Tall and thick walls surrounded a single large tower, its stone a pale grey and ancient. I suddenly felt very, very small as a familiar sea breeze rustled my hair. Looking out from the battlements revealed a sea of tents and campfires.
Along with the seabreeze, came the smell of food, delicious food. I closed my eyes and balled my hands into fist. I walked back into the tower.
I needed to find out more.
One thing I immediately noticed as I passed several men-at-arms, was how thin they were. Clad in their mail armor with the symbol of a black stag on a golden field, each soldier looked like they were on the verge of falling over, their cheekbones on full display, and their eyes sunken in. This was a siege wasn't it, how horrible.
I found myself in what seemed to be the main hall, which was filled with dozens more stag soldiers, and some wearing tabards with a turtle on them, each of them thin and malnourished as the last. Some raise their bowels to their lips with shaking, bony hands, othere could barely even stand.
At the end of the hall, upon a rather simple yet expensive looking table, sat a tall and thin man with a young boy. Both had hair that was dark as the night, and looked like they could fall over at any moment.
"Stannis, I'm hungry." The younger boy cried. The older man, who couldn't have been older than maybe twenty-two scowled.
"We're all hungry, now eat." He pushed a small bowl towards the boy, who stared at it with disgust.
"I want meat." The boy whimpered. "I want Robert!"
"Robert isn't here, I am, now eat. The rats are all gone now, so we need to ration what the smuggler brought." Stannis glared at the boy. The boy cried as he slowly ate from the small bowl.
"I hate you." The boy said in between spoonfuls of watery soup and his tears.
Stannis' lips formed a thin line, and he stood up from his seat. Woah, he was pretty tall.
"Robert told me to hold this castle, and I mean to do so. Now finish eating, we need every hand available." Stannis stomped off, his body moving like a stick in the wind.
I closed my eyes shut and rocked my body back and forth as it felt like someone was stabbing my insides with knives.
The woman's voice returned.
'Stannis is pure iron, black and hard and strong, yes, but brittle the way iron gets. He'll break before he bends.'
My head slammed into the table.
This time, I awoke not to cheerful songs or to solemn, but to the sounds of men fighting and dying. Temporarily blinded by the sun, I finally forced myself to my feet. There was only one word that could even begin to describe what was happening around me.
Carnage.
Soldiers under the banners of the same black stag, grey wolves, eagles and a fish fought men-at-arms with a three headed dragon, a spear and sun, and various smaller banners. Yet among the chaos, two figures stood out prominently, each on opposite sides of the river crossing, the once clear waters, I assume, now the color of blood.
The first figure was wearing night black amor, adorned with various jewels in the shaor of a three headed dragin and a matching helmet. Gold, orange and red streamers emerged from the back of the helm, giving it an elegant look.
I walked towards the duo, as tanned armored men with spears ran through me, not even giving me a glance.
The second man was bigger, and he wore a tabard with the same stag from the castle, with a helm decorated with two antlers, and a giant warhammer in his right hand.
Both men were seated upon beautiful horses, when all of a sudden, they both charged.
"RHAEGAR!" The giant of a man boomed, using his fearsome warhammer to smash in the head of another knight in a rose covered tabard that drew too close. The black knight drew closer, an elaborate sword in one hand and a shield in the other.
The two clashed, with the Stag Knight's warhammer smashed into the Black Knight's shield.
I wanted to go home, I wanted to get out of here, but my legs refused to listen to me as I stepped over the body of a wolf soldier.
The Stag and the Dragon fought, the sound of metal ringing and clashing filled the air, the sounds of men and horses alike groaning as they laid bleeding on the ground or in the river crossing.
None of that mattered, not to these two. The Dragon managed to get a few good hits on the Stag, using his lithe form to move out of the way of his warhammer, but the Stag Knight was faster than a man his size should be, and all it took was one misstep, one mistake.
With a mighty and rage filled swing, the Stag's warhammer smashed the breastplate of the Dragon, scattering his rubies and gems into the waters below.
The Dragon could barely stay on his horse, when another swing buried the head of the warhammer in his chest, causing him to fall into the river, the water around him turning red.
'Robert is true steel.' The woman's voice was like that of a snake, slithering into my brain.
The urge to vomit returned as bile filled my throat, causing me to fall to my knees. I couldn't breath, h-help me..
The mysterious voice continued speaking, this time much slower.
'Be careful young Taylor, for the night is dark amd full of terrors.'
And all I saw was darkness.
A/N
I've had an idea for a ASOIAF crossover in my head for a bit, so I wanted to get this out onto my google doc. Hopefully its an improvement over House Baratheon of Brockton Bay, which is a mouthful of a name.
I, on the other hand, had to end up trapped in a locker filled with disgusting s***. With my eyes closed shut, my bloody and torn hands were no longer trying to claw myself out of my locker. Instead, they felt the soft grass? I opened my eyes too quickly, which resulted in my eyes being blinded from the sun for a few seconds as I emptied whatever vomit I had stored in me on the ground.
My fingers dug into the soft ground as I struggled to breath, until the remains of my lunch soiled the ground. Wiping my mouth with the sleeve of my hoodie, I froze.
"W-What?" I croaked as I stared at my hands. Not a single drop scratch or wound. What was this? My hands shook as I flexed them slowly. I finally tore my eyes away from my healed hands when the sound of cheering, laughter and music invaded my ears. Standing up, I took a shaky step forward, avoiding my puddle of vomit.
The music, where was it coming from? Around were just some shrubs and trees, but even from here I could see a clearing a few feet away. Taking another unsteady step, I walked towards the music.
Music and laughter meant people right? People meant answers, answers that I needed. After almost stumbling on a tree root, I steadied myself on a tree on the edge of the clearing, with the small group of trees I found myself in being on top of a small hill, I took a deep breath, allowing the smell of pine to clear my nostrils. Mm, I always liked pine and was that pork? I pushed myself off of the tree and stumbled into the clearing, revealing dozens if not hundreds of brightly colored tents.
Next to the camp, was what appeared to be a jousting field, completed with another fancy tent on in side, and luxurious seats filled with people on the other.
People. My eyes turned back to the colorful camp, but my legs dragged me towards the list field. Crowds of armored men surrounded the side I approached, their armor shining in the sunlight. Did I end up at the Renaissance festival? They usually weren't open this late in the year, well the one that Mom and Dad used to take me to.
I walked up to a knight with a fox on his tabard, who was standing next to a beautiful horse as a younger boy held his lance. Neither of them seemed to notice me.
"Uh, hi?"
The knight and his squire both ignored me. Steeling myself, I paused about three feet away from them.
"Hi?" I said a bit louder this time. Still no response. Now that, that made me mad.
"Hey!" I shouted, I stomped towards the knight's side and tried tapping his shoulder. The key word there being tried, as my hand simply went through him, as if I wasn't even there. "What the f***"
I took a step back, my breathing started to quicken.
What was going on here?
After several attempts at slapping the young squire and the fox knight, I found myself sitting in one of the stands, watching the jousting matches. Knights in shining plate armor charged at each other, their lances having the banners of whatever family they were from, or from whatever lord they served.
The fox knight lost in his first tilt, against a knight in silver armor, decorated with sapphires and twining black vines. They were all so beautiful and magnificent, these Knights of Summer, as if they came out of a storybook, ready to go and save a princess locked in a tower.
Yet, none of them could compare to the man that was sitting in the fancy tent that was on the other side of the jousting field. With pitch black hair that fell to right above his shoulder, a large and muscular frame, and the crown that seemed to be made of antlers on his head, he looked every bit a king. A beautiful woman with brown hair sat next to him, her face proud. Huh, she only looked a few years older than me.
I licked my dry lips. I needed water, and something to eat badly. Half of my lunch was spilled all over the forest floor, the other half ruined by Emma and her friends.
A woman's voice snaked its way into my ears.
'Renly, that one is copper, bright and shiny, pretty to look at, but not worth that much at the end of the day.'
Wha-
I woke up with a gasp, scrambling to my feet except this time I felt cold, hard stone instead of the much softer grass, and warm wooden stands I was seated in.
"Ok, this is weird." The words escaped my lips easily. This was definitely the work of some cape. W-What would they want with me though?
I slid down the cold stone wall and curled myself into a ball. I could do little to stop myself from sobbing.
I just wanted to go home.
After my tears ran out, I decided to finally get up. Whereas the jousting field was full of cheer and laughter, this castle or I assume its a castle, felt cold and damp. It smelled of death, like the funeral home the guys from Dad's work scrounged enough money for Mom.
I followed the hallway and whatever people I ran into, until I finally managed to find myself on the battlements. I had to keep a hand on the wall as I struggled to walk, my stomach was starting to hurt so much.
Wincing as I ignored a sharp pang of pain, I finally got a better look of the castle. Tall and thick walls surrounded a single large tower, its stone a pale grey and ancient. I suddenly felt very, very small as a familiar sea breeze rustled my hair. Looking out from the battlements revealed a sea of tents and campfires.
Along with the seabreeze, came the smell of food, delicious food. I closed my eyes and balled my hands into fist. I walked back into the tower.
I needed to find out more.
One thing I immediately noticed as I passed several men-at-arms, was how thin they were. Clad in their mail armor with the symbol of a black stag on a golden field, each soldier looked like they were on the verge of falling over, their cheekbones on full display, and their eyes sunken in. This was a siege wasn't it, how horrible.
I found myself in what seemed to be the main hall, which was filled with dozens more stag soldiers, and some wearing tabards with a turtle on them, each of them thin and malnourished as the last. Some raise their bowels to their lips with shaking, bony hands, othere could barely even stand.
At the end of the hall, upon a rather simple yet expensive looking table, sat a tall and thin man with a young boy. Both had hair that was dark as the night, and looked like they could fall over at any moment.
"Stannis, I'm hungry." The younger boy cried. The older man, who couldn't have been older than maybe twenty-two scowled.
"We're all hungry, now eat." He pushed a small bowl towards the boy, who stared at it with disgust.
"I want meat." The boy whimpered. "I want Robert!"
"Robert isn't here, I am, now eat. The rats are all gone now, so we need to ration what the smuggler brought." Stannis glared at the boy. The boy cried as he slowly ate from the small bowl.
"I hate you." The boy said in between spoonfuls of watery soup and his tears.
Stannis' lips formed a thin line, and he stood up from his seat. Woah, he was pretty tall.
"Robert told me to hold this castle, and I mean to do so. Now finish eating, we need every hand available." Stannis stomped off, his body moving like a stick in the wind.
I closed my eyes shut and rocked my body back and forth as it felt like someone was stabbing my insides with knives.
The woman's voice returned.
'Stannis is pure iron, black and hard and strong, yes, but brittle the way iron gets. He'll break before he bends.'
My head slammed into the table.
This time, I awoke not to cheerful songs or to solemn, but to the sounds of men fighting and dying. Temporarily blinded by the sun, I finally forced myself to my feet. There was only one word that could even begin to describe what was happening around me.
Carnage.
Soldiers under the banners of the same black stag, grey wolves, eagles and a fish fought men-at-arms with a three headed dragon, a spear and sun, and various smaller banners. Yet among the chaos, two figures stood out prominently, each on opposite sides of the river crossing, the once clear waters, I assume, now the color of blood.
The first figure was wearing night black amor, adorned with various jewels in the shaor of a three headed dragin and a matching helmet. Gold, orange and red streamers emerged from the back of the helm, giving it an elegant look.
I walked towards the duo, as tanned armored men with spears ran through me, not even giving me a glance.
The second man was bigger, and he wore a tabard with the same stag from the castle, with a helm decorated with two antlers, and a giant warhammer in his right hand.
Both men were seated upon beautiful horses, when all of a sudden, they both charged.
"RHAEGAR!" The giant of a man boomed, using his fearsome warhammer to smash in the head of another knight in a rose covered tabard that drew too close. The black knight drew closer, an elaborate sword in one hand and a shield in the other.
The two clashed, with the Stag Knight's warhammer smashed into the Black Knight's shield.
I wanted to go home, I wanted to get out of here, but my legs refused to listen to me as I stepped over the body of a wolf soldier.
The Stag and the Dragon fought, the sound of metal ringing and clashing filled the air, the sounds of men and horses alike groaning as they laid bleeding on the ground or in the river crossing.
None of that mattered, not to these two. The Dragon managed to get a few good hits on the Stag, using his lithe form to move out of the way of his warhammer, but the Stag Knight was faster than a man his size should be, and all it took was one misstep, one mistake.
With a mighty and rage filled swing, the Stag's warhammer smashed the breastplate of the Dragon, scattering his rubies and gems into the waters below.
The Dragon could barely stay on his horse, when another swing buried the head of the warhammer in his chest, causing him to fall into the river, the water around him turning red.
'Robert is true steel.' The woman's voice was like that of a snake, slithering into my brain.
The urge to vomit returned as bile filled my throat, causing me to fall to my knees. I couldn't breath, h-help me..
The mysterious voice continued speaking, this time much slower.
'Be careful young Taylor, for the night is dark amd full of terrors.'
And all I saw was darkness.
A/N
I've had an idea for a ASOIAF crossover in my head for a bit, so I wanted to get this out onto my google doc. Hopefully its an improvement over House Baratheon of Brockton Bay, which is a mouthful of a name.
I have no idea what ASOIAF is but this looks dope
Hypersonic
200cm Mk XXXIII Hellbore
- Location
- Galactic Sector ZZ9 Plural Z Alpha
- Pronouns
- Bolo
A song of ice and fire otherwise known as game of thrones, a story written by a fat guy obsessed with male genitalia, and a case study in over promising and under delivering.
The fan fiction does tend to be better then the source material, so could be interesting but I won't be holding my breath. My enjoyment of other Krieg Schnee works is the only reason I'm sticking around.
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There were many things in life that I hated deeply, broccoli, Emma, and hospitals among other things. After Mom's car crash I remembered the pristine white hallways of Brockton's General Hospital, and asking Dad why Mom would be in such a depressing place. She died the day after from her injuries. The smell of bleach and death was not an easy one to get rid of, the same could be said for memories.
I groaned softly as I felt my eyes flutter open slowly. Wherever I was, it was silent with the exception of whatever machines they had me hooked up to. Once my eyes finally adjusted to the light, I slowly tried to sit up. My lips felt dry, and I felt a sharp pang in my stomach whenever I moved, and more from my hands as I used them to help balance.
"Mmmm." My eyes turned downward, revealing hands that were wrapped in bandages, and the only clothes I wore was the hospital gown. When did I get here? I touched my forehead softly. I didn't remember anyone coming to my rescue. Did the janitor find me?
My hands fell to my side as I took several deep breaths. This was so confusing, and what was with that dream? It felt so real, despite everything passing through me as if I wasn't there. Yeah, that was definitely medicine or whatever drugs they shot in me. Groaning softly as I rubbed my head, I heard the door slide open, and the sound of light footsteps.
"Oh good you're awake. I'll go get the Doctor." Some nurse whose face was too blurry to see said. She closed the door soon after, leaving me alone to my thoughts once more.
Turning to the nightstand that was next to my bed with squinting eyes, it seems I finally achieved everything my luck could bring me. Sliding them on without too much difficulty, my eyes finally readjusted to the room around me.
This wasn't a normal hospital room, with a fancy portrait hanging off to the left side, with an expensive couch in the middle. The room was easily two times the size of a normal one, looking more like a hotel than a hospital honestly.
"Ah shit." I muttered under my breath, leaning back on the hospital bed. How were we going to be able to afford this? Going to the doctor was already expensive, but a luxury hospital suite was just insane. Dad must've been in so much debt for this.
At least the doctor came in before I started crying.
After a rather thorough examination by the doctor, the nurse from earlier, or I assume so since her voice sounded familiar, made herself busy around my hospital room, and messing with the machines I was connected to.
"So uh," I started speaking, my voice hoarse and slow. "How long was I asleep?"
The Nurse kept messing with the monitor as she spoke. "About three weeks, we weren't sure if you were going to wake up. Those scars of yours should heal quite nicely though." She finally paused to look at me.
"Your guardian was quite insistent that Panacea come and treat you, but Kaiser decided to start fighting with Lung again which put you at the bottom of the list, especially since she can't do brains. The antibiotics did their work, so you're going to be fine."
"Oh." I'm sure my lips formed the letter as well as an uncomfortable silence formed in the air around us. The smell of death and disinfectant was still there, but it was manageable now at least. I definitely don't want to come back, ever.
"Speaking of your guardian, we contacted him as soon as you woke up, so he should be here soon." The Nurse gave me a warm smile and a wink. "Call me with the button on your remote if you need anything, food, painkillers, anything."
"Thank you, mm, Nurse?" Not asking her for her name would be rude. Mom did raise me with manners after all, and Dad did too, mostly.
The Nurse smile never left her face, even if it never reached her eyes. She seemed rather sad actually. She reached for the hospital ID she had attached to her side, and held it up for me to read.
"Talisa." She said simply as she finished whatever she was doing.
"Talisa." I repeated. The name sounded a bit weird, like a combination of Talia and Lisa, but whoever came up with it couldn't decide which one they wanted.
"That's my name, try not to wear it out." Talisa teased as she started walking to the door. She stopped right as her sun-kissed hand grabbed the door handle. She angled her head to look back at me.
"I hope you feel better soon."
And with that, the silence returned.
I hated it.
After Nurse Talisa left, boredom started to creep in. I didn't have a phone to text people with, not that I had anyone to text, and I'd feel bad if I turned on the television, so I just laid there with the beeping of the monitor being my only music.
Still, that dream was extremely weird, and that voice that spoke to me sent a shiver up my spine. I was either high as fuck on painkillers, or a cape did something to me while I was in the locker. I'd prefer the painkillers.
Why did my brain imagine all of that? I hadn't been to the Renaissance Festival since I was a girl and obsessed with Shakespeare, making Mom read me his stories to bed every night. Stretching my neck and arms by extending them, I heard a knock come from the door.
"Come in." That must've been Dad. I felt my breath start to quicken. I didn't want him seeing me like this, why did he have to spend all of that money for no reason?!
The hospital door slid open, and a man walked in. H-He wasn't Dad, he looked nothing like him. The strange man was tall and broad, with a receding hairline. Whatever hair he had remaining was as black as Principal Blackwell's heart, and his dark blue eyes seemed like they could see straight into me. His face was hard, and his cheeks were hollow. Wait a minute, he looked a bit like the older teenager from my dream, albeit a lot older and a bit more weathered. I wish I could say that was the strangest part of seeing someone starving from a medieval siege in front of me.
That honor belonged to the PRT officer uniform that he wore. Did that mean that a cape did something to me? What? Dad, I needed Dad.
"Who are you?" I blurted out as the PRT officer took a few brisk steps, stopping at the foot of my table. His eyes met my own, and his lips formed a thin line.
"I am Stannis Baratheon, your uncle and guardian."
What, the, fuck-
A/N
Yeah, this isn't a normal isekai. Was it unexpected?
Perhaps.
I shall be taking more inspiration from the books, as that's the source material that I'm most familar with.
I groaned softly as I felt my eyes flutter open slowly. Wherever I was, it was silent with the exception of whatever machines they had me hooked up to. Once my eyes finally adjusted to the light, I slowly tried to sit up. My lips felt dry, and I felt a sharp pang in my stomach whenever I moved, and more from my hands as I used them to help balance.
"Mmmm." My eyes turned downward, revealing hands that were wrapped in bandages, and the only clothes I wore was the hospital gown. When did I get here? I touched my forehead softly. I didn't remember anyone coming to my rescue. Did the janitor find me?
My hands fell to my side as I took several deep breaths. This was so confusing, and what was with that dream? It felt so real, despite everything passing through me as if I wasn't there. Yeah, that was definitely medicine or whatever drugs they shot in me. Groaning softly as I rubbed my head, I heard the door slide open, and the sound of light footsteps.
"Oh good you're awake. I'll go get the Doctor." Some nurse whose face was too blurry to see said. She closed the door soon after, leaving me alone to my thoughts once more.
Turning to the nightstand that was next to my bed with squinting eyes, it seems I finally achieved everything my luck could bring me. Sliding them on without too much difficulty, my eyes finally readjusted to the room around me.
This wasn't a normal hospital room, with a fancy portrait hanging off to the left side, with an expensive couch in the middle. The room was easily two times the size of a normal one, looking more like a hotel than a hospital honestly.
"Ah shit." I muttered under my breath, leaning back on the hospital bed. How were we going to be able to afford this? Going to the doctor was already expensive, but a luxury hospital suite was just insane. Dad must've been in so much debt for this.
At least the doctor came in before I started crying.
After a rather thorough examination by the doctor, the nurse from earlier, or I assume so since her voice sounded familiar, made herself busy around my hospital room, and messing with the machines I was connected to.
"So uh," I started speaking, my voice hoarse and slow. "How long was I asleep?"
The Nurse kept messing with the monitor as she spoke. "About three weeks, we weren't sure if you were going to wake up. Those scars of yours should heal quite nicely though." She finally paused to look at me.
"Your guardian was quite insistent that Panacea come and treat you, but Kaiser decided to start fighting with Lung again which put you at the bottom of the list, especially since she can't do brains. The antibiotics did their work, so you're going to be fine."
"Oh." I'm sure my lips formed the letter as well as an uncomfortable silence formed in the air around us. The smell of death and disinfectant was still there, but it was manageable now at least. I definitely don't want to come back, ever.
"Speaking of your guardian, we contacted him as soon as you woke up, so he should be here soon." The Nurse gave me a warm smile and a wink. "Call me with the button on your remote if you need anything, food, painkillers, anything."
"Thank you, mm, Nurse?" Not asking her for her name would be rude. Mom did raise me with manners after all, and Dad did too, mostly.
The Nurse smile never left her face, even if it never reached her eyes. She seemed rather sad actually. She reached for the hospital ID she had attached to her side, and held it up for me to read.
"Talisa." She said simply as she finished whatever she was doing.
"Talisa." I repeated. The name sounded a bit weird, like a combination of Talia and Lisa, but whoever came up with it couldn't decide which one they wanted.
"That's my name, try not to wear it out." Talisa teased as she started walking to the door. She stopped right as her sun-kissed hand grabbed the door handle. She angled her head to look back at me.
"I hope you feel better soon."
And with that, the silence returned.
I hated it.
After Nurse Talisa left, boredom started to creep in. I didn't have a phone to text people with, not that I had anyone to text, and I'd feel bad if I turned on the television, so I just laid there with the beeping of the monitor being my only music.
Still, that dream was extremely weird, and that voice that spoke to me sent a shiver up my spine. I was either high as fuck on painkillers, or a cape did something to me while I was in the locker. I'd prefer the painkillers.
Why did my brain imagine all of that? I hadn't been to the Renaissance Festival since I was a girl and obsessed with Shakespeare, making Mom read me his stories to bed every night. Stretching my neck and arms by extending them, I heard a knock come from the door.
"Come in." That must've been Dad. I felt my breath start to quicken. I didn't want him seeing me like this, why did he have to spend all of that money for no reason?!
The hospital door slid open, and a man walked in. H-He wasn't Dad, he looked nothing like him. The strange man was tall and broad, with a receding hairline. Whatever hair he had remaining was as black as Principal Blackwell's heart, and his dark blue eyes seemed like they could see straight into me. His face was hard, and his cheeks were hollow. Wait a minute, he looked a bit like the older teenager from my dream, albeit a lot older and a bit more weathered. I wish I could say that was the strangest part of seeing someone starving from a medieval siege in front of me.
That honor belonged to the PRT officer uniform that he wore. Did that mean that a cape did something to me? What? Dad, I needed Dad.
"Who are you?" I blurted out as the PRT officer took a few brisk steps, stopping at the foot of my table. His eyes met my own, and his lips formed a thin line.
"I am Stannis Baratheon, your uncle and guardian."
What, the, fuck-
A/N
Yeah, this isn't a normal isekai. Was it unexpected?
Perhaps.
I shall be taking more inspiration from the books, as that's the source material that I'm most familar with.
It WAS an isekai all along, truely diabolical
- Location
- Missouri
Well, I'm withholding judgement for the moment until we at least get past the setup/prologue arc, but you've definitely got my interest.
My only disappointment is we apparently won't get to see Taylor go Plagues of Egypt on Westeros.
My only disappointment is we apparently won't get to see Taylor go Plagues of Egypt on Westeros.
1-3
I didn't remember having uncles, or any other family members aside from Grandma, who refuses to talk to Dad over some family drama I knew nothing about. I bit the inside of my cheek softly as Stannis made his way to the right side of my hospital bed. I have never seen this man before in my life, in person that is. I still had no idea why he was in the middle of a siege, and what did he mean by guardian?!
"Uh, how come I've never heard of you then." I said defensibly as I pulled the lone blanket covering me up higher.
Stannis seemed rather annoyed at my question, but he took it in stride.
"Our parents did not agree with Annette's choice of husband." Stannis said simply. "After her elopement she cut off all contact with us. Naturally, Robert and Renly, your other uncles were offended and did the same. Thankfully, their temper has cooled over the years."
"All except you huh." I replied bitterly. I never knew any of that stuff, Mom rarely spoke about her side of the family. She never mentioned having any siblings!
"I did my duty well enough as her older brother, who do you think paid for her funeral? Your Father and his coworkers? They can barely afford to pay their bills, much less a funeral. Annette may have been a Hebert by marriage, but she was a Baratheon by blood." Stannis shot back, his deep voice essentially slapping me. "I kept watch over you and Hebert, even when he didn't want us meddling in your lives. Robert even offered to sponsor and pay off the house you're living in as an apology."
I felt something start to stir within me as I balled my bandaged hands into fist, blinking in order to stop my eyes from producing any tears. Hardening my face, I sat up straighter.
"That still doesn't explain why you're acting as my guardian." Just because he was related to me by blood didn't mean that we were family.
Stannis' lips formed a thin line as he pulled out a folder from the briefcase I didn't notice he was holding. Handing it to me with a hard expression, I took it as best as I could, bandaged hands and all that.
I felt a pit in my stomach start to form, which was an unpleasant feeling when combined with hunger. I opened the folder to the first page clumsily, my eyes scanning each work carefully. The pit in my stomach became a gorge.
"D-Dad signed away his rights…" Each word felt like someone was stabbing my heart, dragging it out with slow motions. Not even my wounds from being stuck in that locker hurt as bad as this.
This time, I couldn't stop myself from crying, water droplets fell onto the official sheet of paper, staining it.
"He did his duty as best as he could, but there was little he could do in the matter." Stannis continued, but this time his voice sounded awkward. "CPS did an investigation of your situation while you were asleep, and declared him unfit to raise a child."
Please shut up, those words died before they could even touch my lips. The room was filled with the sounds of Stannis talking and my sobbing.
What was the point of living anymore…
Eventually, I ran out of tears to cry, leaving my face red and puffy and my nose running with snot. The taste of salt was a familiar one. If I kept crying at the rate I've been, I'd probably cause my tear ducts to shut down. Stannis kept standing there, awkwardly watching me break down.
"So what now?" I croaked eventually, wiping my snot with the sleeves of the hospital gown.
"Now you shall be moving in with my wife and I. We have a house just outside of the city, you'll be allowed to pack the essentials from your home. Once you're eighteen you'll inherit your childhood home and never have to see another Baratheon again." Stannis must've prepared that line before coming in here. "Though I doubt that will be possible."
"And why's that, 'Uncle'?" I said that last part sarcastically. The man was rude and straight to the point. D-Dad would've liked him.
"You look just like your Mother, her Baratheon blood runs through your veins, your black hair and blue eyes being evidence of that."
I started giggling softly, each sound causing my throat to ache. "You're crazy, I don't have blue eyes." No friends, no blue eyes, no Mom, no Dad.
'Uncle' Stannis frowned, and said nothing as he reached for the folder in my lap, returning it to his briefcase. "Doctor Luwin told me that you were in perfect health, aside from your injuries. It seems I may have to put off your dischargement. Would you like to see a mirror then, Niece?"
"Sure, I doubt it has the power to change people's eye color, unless you're a cape or something." I leaned back against the raised hospital bed, my strength fading. If 'Uncle' was offended by what I said, he didn't show it, only nodding curtly.
"Very well. I shall leave you to recuperate, I shall return later with Shireen, your cousin, to discharge you." Stannis straightened his perfect PRT uniform. Oh shit I forgot to ask him about that.
"Yeah yeah." I mumbled as I felt sleep try pulling me into its cold embrace. Uncle Stannis left without another word, leaving me alone once more in the silence.
His eyes were sunk in deep pits, his close cropped beard no more than a shadow across his hollow cheeks and bony chin. Yet there was power in his stare, an Iron ferocity that said this man would never, ever turn back from his course.
A/N
Another short chapter, but I hope it was an enjoyable one. I had planned on updating Not an Egg before this update, but I found myself writing this instead.
Stanman the exposition man.
Next up shall be one of my two RWBY crossovers!
"Uh, how come I've never heard of you then." I said defensibly as I pulled the lone blanket covering me up higher.
Stannis seemed rather annoyed at my question, but he took it in stride.
"Our parents did not agree with Annette's choice of husband." Stannis said simply. "After her elopement she cut off all contact with us. Naturally, Robert and Renly, your other uncles were offended and did the same. Thankfully, their temper has cooled over the years."
"All except you huh." I replied bitterly. I never knew any of that stuff, Mom rarely spoke about her side of the family. She never mentioned having any siblings!
"I did my duty well enough as her older brother, who do you think paid for her funeral? Your Father and his coworkers? They can barely afford to pay their bills, much less a funeral. Annette may have been a Hebert by marriage, but she was a Baratheon by blood." Stannis shot back, his deep voice essentially slapping me. "I kept watch over you and Hebert, even when he didn't want us meddling in your lives. Robert even offered to sponsor and pay off the house you're living in as an apology."
I felt something start to stir within me as I balled my bandaged hands into fist, blinking in order to stop my eyes from producing any tears. Hardening my face, I sat up straighter.
"That still doesn't explain why you're acting as my guardian." Just because he was related to me by blood didn't mean that we were family.
Stannis' lips formed a thin line as he pulled out a folder from the briefcase I didn't notice he was holding. Handing it to me with a hard expression, I took it as best as I could, bandaged hands and all that.
I felt a pit in my stomach start to form, which was an unpleasant feeling when combined with hunger. I opened the folder to the first page clumsily, my eyes scanning each work carefully. The pit in my stomach became a gorge.
"D-Dad signed away his rights…" Each word felt like someone was stabbing my heart, dragging it out with slow motions. Not even my wounds from being stuck in that locker hurt as bad as this.
This time, I couldn't stop myself from crying, water droplets fell onto the official sheet of paper, staining it.
"He did his duty as best as he could, but there was little he could do in the matter." Stannis continued, but this time his voice sounded awkward. "CPS did an investigation of your situation while you were asleep, and declared him unfit to raise a child."
Please shut up, those words died before they could even touch my lips. The room was filled with the sounds of Stannis talking and my sobbing.
What was the point of living anymore…
Eventually, I ran out of tears to cry, leaving my face red and puffy and my nose running with snot. The taste of salt was a familiar one. If I kept crying at the rate I've been, I'd probably cause my tear ducts to shut down. Stannis kept standing there, awkwardly watching me break down.
"So what now?" I croaked eventually, wiping my snot with the sleeves of the hospital gown.
"Now you shall be moving in with my wife and I. We have a house just outside of the city, you'll be allowed to pack the essentials from your home. Once you're eighteen you'll inherit your childhood home and never have to see another Baratheon again." Stannis must've prepared that line before coming in here. "Though I doubt that will be possible."
"And why's that, 'Uncle'?" I said that last part sarcastically. The man was rude and straight to the point. D-Dad would've liked him.
"You look just like your Mother, her Baratheon blood runs through your veins, your black hair and blue eyes being evidence of that."
I started giggling softly, each sound causing my throat to ache. "You're crazy, I don't have blue eyes." No friends, no blue eyes, no Mom, no Dad.
'Uncle' Stannis frowned, and said nothing as he reached for the folder in my lap, returning it to his briefcase. "Doctor Luwin told me that you were in perfect health, aside from your injuries. It seems I may have to put off your dischargement. Would you like to see a mirror then, Niece?"
"Sure, I doubt it has the power to change people's eye color, unless you're a cape or something." I leaned back against the raised hospital bed, my strength fading. If 'Uncle' was offended by what I said, he didn't show it, only nodding curtly.
"Very well. I shall leave you to recuperate, I shall return later with Shireen, your cousin, to discharge you." Stannis straightened his perfect PRT uniform. Oh shit I forgot to ask him about that.
"Yeah yeah." I mumbled as I felt sleep try pulling me into its cold embrace. Uncle Stannis left without another word, leaving me alone once more in the silence.
His eyes were sunk in deep pits, his close cropped beard no more than a shadow across his hollow cheeks and bony chin. Yet there was power in his stare, an Iron ferocity that said this man would never, ever turn back from his course.
A/N
Another short chapter, but I hope it was an enjoyable one. I had planned on updating Not an Egg before this update, but I found myself writing this instead.
Stanman the exposition man.
Next up shall be one of my two RWBY crossovers!
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- Pronouns
- He/Him
I believe you mean Stannis the Mannis, Lord of exposition
- Location
- USA
First of his Name, Master of the Seven Lores.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Remembrancer of the Dark canon, Keeper of forgotten retcons
Taylor is a granddaughter of House Baratheon.
I feel obligated to admit @Krieg Schnee, that you never cease to amaze me with just how original the ideas you post stories about are.
I feel obligated to admit @Krieg Schnee, that you never cease to amaze me with just how original the ideas you post stories about are.
This is supposed to be an isekai??? Really??? I thought you had simply stuck the world of ASoIaF and the world of Worm into a blender together with this story being the result of that course of action.
- Location
- Under a Rock
Huh. Not the direction I expected this to go. I'm interested.
1-4
There was little Stannis could do to stop himself from grinding his teeth, it had become a habit, one that happened often without him noticing. This was Robert's and Renly's fault of course, the two often doing their best to get on the man's nerves, even years after they no longer lived in the same house.
Walking down the hallway of the luxury suite from Brockton Bay's top hospital, Stannis pulled his personal phone from his pocket, immediately calling a number that he knew by heart.
"Hello Stannis." Dragon answered warmly, her Canadian accent lighter than usual. "How is Taylor doing?"
"Selyse." Stannis said simply, using the name his wife chose for her civilian identity, his dark blue eyes scanning the empty space of hallways in front of him. "Physically, she seems fine aside from her injuries, but her mental health seems to be another issue."
Robert had told him that taking psychology in college would be a waste of time, clearly he was wrong, not that Robert would admit it. Still, it felt good to get one up over him for once.
"Ah, should we schedule an appointment with a therapist? I hear that Doctor Yamada is quite well known, and after what she's been through, Taylor's going to need as much support as possible." Dragon had a soft spot for her niece, despite the two never meeting.
"Forced therapy can be detrimental." Stannis finally reached the elevator, pausing until he made sure he was the only one around. "We'll bring it up, but if she refuses we'll hold off on bringing it up again. She may be a Hebert by name, but I don't doubt she has that Baratheon stubbornness in her." Her Mother was as stubborn as an ox, even more so than Robert.
"Very well, I'll have her room ready." Dragon's said, her voice calm. "Will you need anything else, Stannis?" The elevator soon came to a stop, its doors opening quickly.
"Send Shireen, it's time she met her cousin, and tell her to bring a mirror." Stannis took a calculated step, when his phone beeped with the sound of another person calling him. Holding the phone away from his ear, his lips formed a thin line. "I will have to call you back, Davos is calling."
"Of course, I love you."
With that the call ended, and Stannis answered the former smuggler.
"Tell me Onion Knight, what have you found?" Stannis said before Davos could say anything.
The answer was not going to lift anyone's mood, he was sure of that.
Who would have guessed that the world would have been turned upside down when Emma decided to stuff me in that locker? Unless they were Scion or the Simurgh, I would definitely call them a liar to their face.
After 'Uncle' Stannis left, Nurse Talisa returned with some food, which was basically grilled chicken with a side of pudding, the only flavor coming from the juicebox. Now that tasted magnificent, with the artificial fruits dancing on my taste buds after not drinking or eating anything for a week.
This didn't change the fact that I hated this particular brand, but beggars couldn't be picky. My throat was still sore from crying, so each time I swallowed a bit of the pudding made me feel like coughing. Either way, I devoured the bland food, only pausing to breathe, and when Talisa withheld the fork and spoon, telling me to slow down.
I leaned back against the hospital bed, my eyes turning to the television playing some dumb cartoon. Still, it wasn't like I had anything else to do, sadly. I just felt numb, and nothing would be able to change that, not even the weird star beating up the square sponge under the sea.
A polite knock came from the door this time.
"Come in." I said hoarsely. Hopefully it was the doctor saying I could go back home-
Oh, that's right, I wasn't going to be staying at home anymore. I grabbed my left hand with my right to stop it from shaking, and forced a smile on my face as the door slid open again.
A girl who seemed about a year or so younger than me walked in, a nervous look on her scarred face. She had blue eyes and dark hair like 'Uncle' Stannis, but her eyes seemed much kinder, and she had a small smile on her face.
"Hi." She squeaked as she closed the door behind her. She shuffled near my bed, and pushed a lock of black hair behind a large ear. "It's nice to finally meet you, Cousin Taylor. I'm Shireen."
"Same here." I lied easily. I didn't even know she existed four hours ago. If Shireen noticed, she didn't say, instead keeping that rather sweet smile on her face.
How could someone as friendly as Shireen come from Stannis' genes? One of the mysterious I shall never know I guess.
"So uh, where's your Dad?" I asked, rubbing the back of my neck with my bandaged hand. This was awkward, really awkward. I had a feeling the future was going to be like that, meeting family members that I didn't even know existed.
People that knew Mom…
"Father went to finish your dischargement paperwork, I think." Shireen started messing with her backpack, which I hadn't noticed surprisingly. "He was on his phone when I got here, but he did tell me your room number."
Shireen pulled out a small mirror, and held it out to me still smiling, her nervousness dissipating slightly. "He also told me to give you this."
I started laughing as soon as the words escaped her lips, which ended in me coughing for a few seconds, the annoying feeling still in my throat. Who knew Uncle Stan had a sense of humor?
"Can you hold it up for me?" I looked down at my hands. "I can't exactly grab stuff."
"Sure!" Shireen carefully leaned forward, aiming the mirror towards my face-
Wait a minute. I felt my breath hitch as I leaned forward. My hair, while dark, was never as black as the night sky, and my brown eyes, were now a dark blue.
"Fuck."
A/N
I can't wait to write Taylor out of the hospital. Sorry its a bit shorter than usual.
Time to work on Schnee: Hero or Huntress now, or maybe Do you Fear Death? its been a while.
Walking down the hallway of the luxury suite from Brockton Bay's top hospital, Stannis pulled his personal phone from his pocket, immediately calling a number that he knew by heart.
"Hello Stannis." Dragon answered warmly, her Canadian accent lighter than usual. "How is Taylor doing?"
"Selyse." Stannis said simply, using the name his wife chose for her civilian identity, his dark blue eyes scanning the empty space of hallways in front of him. "Physically, she seems fine aside from her injuries, but her mental health seems to be another issue."
Robert had told him that taking psychology in college would be a waste of time, clearly he was wrong, not that Robert would admit it. Still, it felt good to get one up over him for once.
"Ah, should we schedule an appointment with a therapist? I hear that Doctor Yamada is quite well known, and after what she's been through, Taylor's going to need as much support as possible." Dragon had a soft spot for her niece, despite the two never meeting.
"Forced therapy can be detrimental." Stannis finally reached the elevator, pausing until he made sure he was the only one around. "We'll bring it up, but if she refuses we'll hold off on bringing it up again. She may be a Hebert by name, but I don't doubt she has that Baratheon stubbornness in her." Her Mother was as stubborn as an ox, even more so than Robert.
"Very well, I'll have her room ready." Dragon's said, her voice calm. "Will you need anything else, Stannis?" The elevator soon came to a stop, its doors opening quickly.
"Send Shireen, it's time she met her cousin, and tell her to bring a mirror." Stannis took a calculated step, when his phone beeped with the sound of another person calling him. Holding the phone away from his ear, his lips formed a thin line. "I will have to call you back, Davos is calling."
"Of course, I love you."
With that the call ended, and Stannis answered the former smuggler.
"Tell me Onion Knight, what have you found?" Stannis said before Davos could say anything.
The answer was not going to lift anyone's mood, he was sure of that.
Who would have guessed that the world would have been turned upside down when Emma decided to stuff me in that locker? Unless they were Scion or the Simurgh, I would definitely call them a liar to their face.
After 'Uncle' Stannis left, Nurse Talisa returned with some food, which was basically grilled chicken with a side of pudding, the only flavor coming from the juicebox. Now that tasted magnificent, with the artificial fruits dancing on my taste buds after not drinking or eating anything for a week.
This didn't change the fact that I hated this particular brand, but beggars couldn't be picky. My throat was still sore from crying, so each time I swallowed a bit of the pudding made me feel like coughing. Either way, I devoured the bland food, only pausing to breathe, and when Talisa withheld the fork and spoon, telling me to slow down.
I leaned back against the hospital bed, my eyes turning to the television playing some dumb cartoon. Still, it wasn't like I had anything else to do, sadly. I just felt numb, and nothing would be able to change that, not even the weird star beating up the square sponge under the sea.
A polite knock came from the door this time.
"Come in." I said hoarsely. Hopefully it was the doctor saying I could go back home-
Oh, that's right, I wasn't going to be staying at home anymore. I grabbed my left hand with my right to stop it from shaking, and forced a smile on my face as the door slid open again.
A girl who seemed about a year or so younger than me walked in, a nervous look on her scarred face. She had blue eyes and dark hair like 'Uncle' Stannis, but her eyes seemed much kinder, and she had a small smile on her face.
"Hi." She squeaked as she closed the door behind her. She shuffled near my bed, and pushed a lock of black hair behind a large ear. "It's nice to finally meet you, Cousin Taylor. I'm Shireen."
"Same here." I lied easily. I didn't even know she existed four hours ago. If Shireen noticed, she didn't say, instead keeping that rather sweet smile on her face.
How could someone as friendly as Shireen come from Stannis' genes? One of the mysterious I shall never know I guess.
"So uh, where's your Dad?" I asked, rubbing the back of my neck with my bandaged hand. This was awkward, really awkward. I had a feeling the future was going to be like that, meeting family members that I didn't even know existed.
People that knew Mom…
"Father went to finish your dischargement paperwork, I think." Shireen started messing with her backpack, which I hadn't noticed surprisingly. "He was on his phone when I got here, but he did tell me your room number."
Shireen pulled out a small mirror, and held it out to me still smiling, her nervousness dissipating slightly. "He also told me to give you this."
I started laughing as soon as the words escaped her lips, which ended in me coughing for a few seconds, the annoying feeling still in my throat. Who knew Uncle Stan had a sense of humor?
"Can you hold it up for me?" I looked down at my hands. "I can't exactly grab stuff."
"Sure!" Shireen carefully leaned forward, aiming the mirror towards my face-
Wait a minute. I felt my breath hitch as I leaned forward. My hair, while dark, was never as black as the night sky, and my brown eyes, were now a dark blue.
"Fuck."
A/N
I can't wait to write Taylor out of the hospital. Sorry its a bit shorter than usual.
Time to work on Schnee: Hero or Huntress now, or maybe Do you Fear Death? its been a while.
Nando
they, them
Minor nitpick:
Aside from that, I'm looking foward to finding out what's actually going on here...
1-5
Was it wrong to say that life was weird? Like really weird, with a cherry and stuff on top. I was discharged from the hospital the next day after Doctor Luwin said I just needed to wait for my hands to heal. He ignored me when I mentioned my now pitch black hair and blue eyes. That pissed me off, but at least Shireen was nice. Uncle Stannis allowed her to skip school, apparently it took a lot of convincing from Shireen and my as of right now unnamed aunt.
So much for being a hardass, Uncle Stannis was just whipped. Leaning my head against the cool glass of his expensive SUV as Stannis made sure to stop at every stop sign and red light, I sighed softly as my eyes drifted to each familiar landmark. That was the park Mom and Dad used to take me to play with Emma, and that was the house with the creepy old man that always had a new lady joining his harem.
I never expected the drive to pack my belongings to be so sad. That was sarcasm if you didn't catch it, which I seemed to have inherited from Mom's side of the family if I judge the way Stannis spoke.
My eyes turned to the clock that was on the dashboard as Shireen happily held one of my arms. Dad should be at work about now, which meant I probably wouldn't see him again if he didn't want to. Thankfully I didn't cry, I didn't want to in front of Stannis and Shireen, but it seemed that my tears have now run dry.
"Shireen will help you with your belongings." Stannis said, keeping his eyes focused on the road ahead of us. "I doubt you'd be able to pack much with your hands the way they are."
Thank you for stating the obvious Bluntmaster. I pressed my lips together to stop myself from saying that out loud. He at least had the decency to bring me a change of clothes from my house, and he didn't have to let me pack what I wanted myself.
"Take anything of sentimental value, or belongings that you will need or miss. Tomorrow you're going to get a new wardrobe, no Baratheon will walk around in rags like those, you'll catch a chill." Uncle Stannis continued as we turned into a very familiar street. Heh, I wonder how far the stick up his ass went.
"Yeah yeah." I muttered which caused Shireen to giggle for some reason. The suv soom came to a stop, in front of a very familiar house. Dad's truck wasn't in the driveway, yet I felt s pit in my stomach start to grow as Stannis unlocked the doors.
Opening the door slowly, I took a small step forward with Shireen's help, who was quickly by my side. I paused at the steps, and took a deep breath.
"Thank you Shireen." I said softly after she help me with each step. Huh, she was pretty strong for a girl her age. I bet Uncle Stannis would say its because of the 'Baratheon blood that flows through her veins.'
Yeah, this was going to hurt like a bitch.
There were two empty suitcases waiting for me as soon as I opened the door, fumbling with my keys. Thankfully, packing my stuff was shorter than I expected, grabbing my notebooks full of stuff Emma did to me, as well as a few old hoodies to annoy Stannis with.
And finally, I grabbed a few photos of Mom and Dad with a younger me, back when we were happy, back when everything was normal and she was alive. I missed those days badly.
Pausing at the door as I held one suitcase and Shireen rolled the other, I gave my home one last look. Who knew when I was going to be back here again? Feeling my arm stiffen, I turned around and walked through the door, leaving my childhood home.
Life was only going to get worse now huh?
Uncle Stannis drove until I didn't even know the part of town we were in. We drove past fancy and expensive looking houses, until that all disappeared, revealing only trees and grass, until he finally turned onto a dirt road, putting his Land Rover to work.
"Where are we going?" I asked as the trees on the side of the road revealed nothing.
"We're going home, well your new home." Shireen smiled sweetly. Stannis ignored my question, not even bothering to look back. I nodded and leaned my head back against the headrest. This was boring, and I wanted some alone time without the doctors or anyone keeping an eye on me.
The silence returned, until about five minutes later, I spotted the outline of a gate.
"Almost home." Shireen whispered as we pulled up to the gatehouse. Stannis lowered his window when a man with an acne scarred face walked up to the SUV. The patch on his shoulder had a black stag upon a flaming heart.
T-That looked familiar for some reason.
"Storm." Stannis grumbled loud enough for me to hear.
"Sir." Storm saluted and stood at attention.
"I'll be coming and going more often, my niece is moving in today." Uncle said with the same voice as usual.
"Understood sir." Storm returned to his gatehouse and the gates opened wide. Stannis kept driving without another word, raising his window. Was he a part of the Mafia or something? I eyed his PRT uniform. That looked legit, not that I've seen one up close.
"That's Rolland Storm, he's nice to me." Shireen whispered into my ear. I gave her a small smile in return.
We kept driving until black walls came into view at the bottom of a small mountain. Stannis accelersted, making me hold onto the elbow rest of my seat as I took a deep breath. The doors opened at the last second as we flew past.
Thankfully I was wearing my seatbelt when the Rover skid to a halt, finally allowing to get a view of the old black mansion. The statue of a large stag stood in the middle of the courtyard, with a lizard with wings by its side.
"Woah." The noise escaped my lips without permission. Did we come from old money. Dad was struggling to pay bills when he could have lived like this? Mom must've loved him a lot. Suddenly, Stannis finally spoke up again, this time his voice proud and not as harsh.
"Niece, welcome to Dragonstone."
A/N
This was delayed because of the house scene so I just decided to cut it to save me the trouble.
So much for being a hardass, Uncle Stannis was just whipped. Leaning my head against the cool glass of his expensive SUV as Stannis made sure to stop at every stop sign and red light, I sighed softly as my eyes drifted to each familiar landmark. That was the park Mom and Dad used to take me to play with Emma, and that was the house with the creepy old man that always had a new lady joining his harem.
I never expected the drive to pack my belongings to be so sad. That was sarcasm if you didn't catch it, which I seemed to have inherited from Mom's side of the family if I judge the way Stannis spoke.
My eyes turned to the clock that was on the dashboard as Shireen happily held one of my arms. Dad should be at work about now, which meant I probably wouldn't see him again if he didn't want to. Thankfully I didn't cry, I didn't want to in front of Stannis and Shireen, but it seemed that my tears have now run dry.
"Shireen will help you with your belongings." Stannis said, keeping his eyes focused on the road ahead of us. "I doubt you'd be able to pack much with your hands the way they are."
Thank you for stating the obvious Bluntmaster. I pressed my lips together to stop myself from saying that out loud. He at least had the decency to bring me a change of clothes from my house, and he didn't have to let me pack what I wanted myself.
"Take anything of sentimental value, or belongings that you will need or miss. Tomorrow you're going to get a new wardrobe, no Baratheon will walk around in rags like those, you'll catch a chill." Uncle Stannis continued as we turned into a very familiar street. Heh, I wonder how far the stick up his ass went.
"Yeah yeah." I muttered which caused Shireen to giggle for some reason. The suv soom came to a stop, in front of a very familiar house. Dad's truck wasn't in the driveway, yet I felt s pit in my stomach start to grow as Stannis unlocked the doors.
Opening the door slowly, I took a small step forward with Shireen's help, who was quickly by my side. I paused at the steps, and took a deep breath.
"Thank you Shireen." I said softly after she help me with each step. Huh, she was pretty strong for a girl her age. I bet Uncle Stannis would say its because of the 'Baratheon blood that flows through her veins.'
Yeah, this was going to hurt like a bitch.
There were two empty suitcases waiting for me as soon as I opened the door, fumbling with my keys. Thankfully, packing my stuff was shorter than I expected, grabbing my notebooks full of stuff Emma did to me, as well as a few old hoodies to annoy Stannis with.
And finally, I grabbed a few photos of Mom and Dad with a younger me, back when we were happy, back when everything was normal and she was alive. I missed those days badly.
Pausing at the door as I held one suitcase and Shireen rolled the other, I gave my home one last look. Who knew when I was going to be back here again? Feeling my arm stiffen, I turned around and walked through the door, leaving my childhood home.
Life was only going to get worse now huh?
Uncle Stannis drove until I didn't even know the part of town we were in. We drove past fancy and expensive looking houses, until that all disappeared, revealing only trees and grass, until he finally turned onto a dirt road, putting his Land Rover to work.
"Where are we going?" I asked as the trees on the side of the road revealed nothing.
"We're going home, well your new home." Shireen smiled sweetly. Stannis ignored my question, not even bothering to look back. I nodded and leaned my head back against the headrest. This was boring, and I wanted some alone time without the doctors or anyone keeping an eye on me.
The silence returned, until about five minutes later, I spotted the outline of a gate.
"Almost home." Shireen whispered as we pulled up to the gatehouse. Stannis lowered his window when a man with an acne scarred face walked up to the SUV. The patch on his shoulder had a black stag upon a flaming heart.
T-That looked familiar for some reason.
"Storm." Stannis grumbled loud enough for me to hear.
"Sir." Storm saluted and stood at attention.
"I'll be coming and going more often, my niece is moving in today." Uncle said with the same voice as usual.
"Understood sir." Storm returned to his gatehouse and the gates opened wide. Stannis kept driving without another word, raising his window. Was he a part of the Mafia or something? I eyed his PRT uniform. That looked legit, not that I've seen one up close.
"That's Rolland Storm, he's nice to me." Shireen whispered into my ear. I gave her a small smile in return.
We kept driving until black walls came into view at the bottom of a small mountain. Stannis accelersted, making me hold onto the elbow rest of my seat as I took a deep breath. The doors opened at the last second as we flew past.
Thankfully I was wearing my seatbelt when the Rover skid to a halt, finally allowing to get a view of the old black mansion. The statue of a large stag stood in the middle of the courtyard, with a lizard with wings by its side.
"Woah." The noise escaped my lips without permission. Did we come from old money. Dad was struggling to pay bills when he could have lived like this? Mom must've loved him a lot. Suddenly, Stannis finally spoke up again, this time his voice proud and not as harsh.
"Niece, welcome to Dragonstone."
A/N
This was delayed because of the house scene so I just decided to cut it to save me the trouble.
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Now that ain't ominous at all.
I am starting to see the isekai elements in this story now.
Danny's abandonment of Taylor saddens me.
Prince of Space
(Verified Dork) Destroyer of Creation
- Location
- Naples FL
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I'll be honest I'm probably just as confused as Taylor is