Willian was getting ready for bed, fixing a good position and closing his eyes. Turn to one side, turn to the other.

'I should have slept earlier, I'll have to wake up in 3 hours... but Got is so good, I couldn't have stopped seeing the season in half, well, maybe I should have slept after the 6th episode, it was already late... Aaaaah, it's no use complaining now. What am I doing, stop thinking I have to sleep! Go to sleep! Go to sleep! Sleep. I'm very sleepy.

William was trying to convince himself that he was sleepy...

After a battle with himself to exhaustion, he finally fell asleep.

Well, that's what he thought after all.

'Hummmm so warm, nice, never felt so comfortable, never imagined I could feel so comfortable... I don't have the slightest urge to wake up...'

Try to move. Can't.

Try again. Nothing.

Despair began to grip his young, immature heart.

'What the fuck is that?! I can't move, wait, I can't even open my fucking eyes? What the fuck is going on? Ahhhh my fucking... god help me, aaaah I gotta calm down' trying to calm down. Calm down. It should all work out, right? Anxiety.

A pressure started to envelop your body. Your body started being pushed.

"What? Am I moving? Don't wait, is this like I'm slipping, being sucked? Something like that?'.

Trying desperately to understand what was going on.

Gluuuuup. (Sound of something being ejected)

"Aaaaaaaaa!" Unknown woman's scream.

"Born a boy is" Voice of an old unknown woman.

A little being with eyes now wide-open looking in shock at the face of a frightening old woman.

'What the fuck is going on in my fucking life?'

It's been 14 years, well, how can I sum up what happened...? Well, I went to sleep, when suddenly I was born...?! When I was born, they thought I was handicapped by not crying and the fucking old lady said "retarded is a boy", called me retarded, can you believe it? retarded is her and her whole fucking family!

Well, as you expect me to react, I was 20 years old and so, taram! a baby again? Fuuuuh - sighing sound -

Okay, it was very shocking for me, right after I started sleeping, I was reborn into another world ...? something that would give me an amazing life, right? It would be nice, I hope.

So I received the name William Corvinus, I thought I was in the world of Vampires and Lycans, after all, it was the only place that would match that name, right? But not. My mother's name is Lynnda Stark, twin sister of Lyanna Stark and younger sister of Eddard "Ned" Stark. I am in GOT. This is cool, but it's scary too.

The story of my birth is as follows:

When Lyanna ran away with Rhaegar, Lynnda ended up boarding this pirate ship, and met Marcus Corvinus, who would be a nobleman who came from somewhere very far away, love blossomed and the flower blossomed, things happen quickly, especially at complicated times. In the end, Lynnda had the same fateful end as her twin sister, dying as a result of childbirth. Marcus was burned to death by the Mad King when he was delivering a message that would never be known.

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Ned arrived too late to see Lynnda alive, only knowing Lyanna and knew about the babies, one with Targaryen blood and the other a trip from another world, of course he didn't know that, for him it was a Corvinus of know where.

William, unlike Jon, was given the name his mother chose, followed by his father's surname, Corvinus, Ned strongly convinced that Lyanna had married, but was discreet and that before he could tell everyone, the fateful event happened.

Of course things weren't easy, people chose what they thought was right, and at the time they were, those things were a reason for gossip, spoken behind their backs, it's always clear, because Ned was good with those gossips, a Lord in rage is frightening, he wouldn't allow his two nephews to have so much trouble, Jon unfortunately couldn't receive that protection, because he had a very complicated surname, and Ned couldn't protect him from the king's rage, so he ended up becoming a bastard, unfortunately.

As the Lord's nephew, he participated in the same activities as the Stark cubs, along with them he began to be taught by Maester Luwin, with effort trying at all times to prepare himself for everything and against everyone.

Unlike his cousins, Jon and Robb, who hated classes and preferred to be anywhere else than there, William ended up being interested in all things and for his performance was always praised by Meeister Luwin, being treated as a genius for learning things quickly and exalted by his efforts to always be with books in hand and trying to know more.

As a result of his circumstances, not having a legacy or responsibility for a Noble House in Westeros, Mistre Luwin always tried to convince him to go to the Citadel to study and become a Mistre. Which William always answered evasively and fled in a hurry. Unfortunately Robb ended up creating a prejudice against William for being "know-it-all" as he said, Jon didn't know how to act, but he followed Robb like a tail.

Going to Citadel might have been the best path for a coward after all, but William had something about him, something that kept him from escaping and made him look forward to the adventures he would take part in the battles he would fight and so many other things that frightened him at first. Dragons exist here, how wonderful would it be to see them?

At the age of 6 he began to train his body and slowly learn to use the sword, spear and the like, slowly and with some difficulty, in his previous life he had had an interest in martial art and tried to do it, unfortunately, without much time, and with little willpower he stayed no more than half a year, but now he tried with all possible effort to remember the basics he learned.

His exercises were simple, he was very young, a carelessness could leave a hidden wound and everything could be difficult, with bad luck, everything could be spoiled.

Everything started with a series of stretches inside the room, he would go down and start a race, everyone looked at him with interest, but believing that it was a child's game, he only received a blunt from Ned so that he wouldn't run away and that he wouldn't disturb the others. Things went on.

In his practice with the weapons and fist soon caught Ned's attention who designated Ser Rodric, the master of weapons, for training, of course, Jon and Robb insisted that they also wanted and so they started being trained.

Unfairly again, William excelled at learning faster and developing better in training than his cousins, Jon and Robb had always followed him as the troupe leader ever since.

Nowadays you could say that time has passed slowly, when you're without much to do in such a cold place and in a period with so little to do, but without noticing 14 years pass by and inevitably brings back the feeling that it was very fast, well, fast when you're full of things to do, everything was new after all. The damn language was strange too. Learning everything took time of its own.

'It's very scary living in this world, well it's fucked up, but knowing how cruel people are to interact with, knowing that there are such crazy beings and they're inevitably destined to come into conflict with me, it's scary for that'. Thinking while panting.

Move, swing the training sword, move, swing the training sword.

'I'll do my best to be prepared'.

Swing the sword, move, swing the sword and move.

Anxiety starts to take over. Time passed, the long-awaited events were about to happen.

The doubts about whether the events would be the same as they thought were already a certainty that they would not be identical, small different details were always manifesting themselves, big ones too, but even so, it still possessed many assets and no doubt its best weapon was to know the personality of people.

However, without a shadow of a doubt, the storm was coming.

And its first winds were coming.