Chapter 5
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[ Status:
Name: Aslan Baratheon (Lannister)
Age: 6 years' old
Court Position: Crown Prince/ Heir to the Iron Throne
Titles: Emerald Prince, Gods Minstrel
Willpower: 50
Strength: 16
Vitality: 335
Agility: 12
Wisdom: 30
Charisma: 50
Luck: 50
Attribute Points: 25
Skills:
Language: MAX
Compulsion: level 30 (16.50%)
Mind Mantra: level 25 (33.00%)
Cultivation Manual: level 25 (99.99%)
Sword Mastery: level 12 (25.67%)
Spear mastery: level 9 (80.25%)
Bow mastery: level 7 (33.33%)
Dual Wielding: level 7 (23.80%)
Mandolin Mastery: level 30 (69.11%)
Singing Mastery: level 50 (80.35%)
]
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After Aslan took a look at his improvements over the years he couldn't help but think back on all that he had experienced so far. For the first time in both lives he was hailed as a genius because he was able to start walking after 9 months with no difficulty whatsoever. This was obviously due to the 'Cultivation Manual' that improved his body and increased his strength greatly, he also began talking a year after his birth, he decided to say his first words on the same day that Joffrey was born.
He looked after and took care of his sister Myrcella since Joffrey proved to be a difficult child even after his birth, he consumed his mother's time leaving little to none for himself and his sister. He and his sister grew close because of this and he often spoiled her with gifts from his "secret" trips out of the Red Keep. His trips out of the castle often bore fruit as he would earn gold dragons on the street as he performed songs and played the part of minstrel. His gifts for the arts were quickly spread around the keep and people would often stop and listen when he sang during his pass time.
Some said it was the gods themselves who gifted the prince his voice and talents for the Mandolin as it would whisk someone far off as soon as he started playing and singing. His gifts would see to it that those listening would drift off into dreams where they would live the most beautiful love stories ever seen or suffer the most tragic heartbreaks ever recorded. He became famous throughout the capital and his voice would often be heard the keep without ever seeing a glimpse of his face, it became a practice for those lucky enough to hear his voice to stop whatever they were doing and revel in the music before it ended and disappeared like a dream.
Throughout the years he had made sure that there was nothing about him that was consistent that could be tracked. He made sure everything he did would look impulsive, the only constant in his life was his training and gifts for his sister and mother.
Now walking through the halls of the keep Aslan could hear the whispers of those he passed and how they discussed being able to see the ever elusive prince that was so rarely seen and only heard on occasion, the court women and young girls giggled as he passed them.
Today he was wearing a black form fitting suite that was inlaid with gold lining creating beautiful imagery of flowers, lions and stages dancing around one another creating a sophisticated piece. His golden hair was tied in a ponytail with a few stray strands framing his handsome face, his greens eyes looked like freshly polished emeralds as they shined in the light. There was a light aura around him. The very sunlight seemed to hit him at a perfect angle at all times of the day painting the perfect picture of a prince charming from fairy tales.
Looking back on the preparations he had made for this day he knew that he had done all that he could do and was looking forward to the fruits of his labour. Thinking back on the compulsion he used to drop suggestive thoughts into his target he knew that there was nothing more he could do at this point in time and could only hope that the man he was going to see wasn't beyond his current abilities. After all, a King is no normal man no matter how incompetent he may seem.
He came to a stop in front of two large doors that had guards standing on either side at the ready with their hands rested on the hilt of their swords.
"Prince Aslan Baratheon, entering your grace." Then the doors of the throne room were thrown room open as the young prince made his entrance under the gaze of the court and all nobles of importance.
Aslan POV:
I walked into the throne room under the gaze of all the court, I made sure my steps were measured and precise, my posture tall and proud but not arrogant. After what felt like hours, but I'm sure was only a few seconds I found myself before the dais and my supposed father sat on the Iron Throne scrutinizing me and my performance as it were. I wasn't worried about what he would say as I had long since compelled him to say what I needed most which was freedom to raise an army of my own. After all every player in the game had their own and I needed one that was only loyal to me.
"Prince Aslan, my son… you have grown strong and have gained much renown here in the capital, so it occurred to me that a test should be bestowed upon you," King Baratheon's boomed through the throne and his words surprised many but the only ones who were visibly upset, even if slightly, by what he said was my mother the Queen and Varys…
My mother had long since known that today was coming but it did nothing to sate the anger the boiled in her knowing what was to come, Varys on the other hand was a hard one to figure out even after watching the show. Despite knowing his intentions and some plays he has surely made by known due my "precognition" there were changes I knew he had made due to my presence, worst of all he was beyond my current compulsion abilities and he was one of the most dangerous players in the game… and I knew he was watching.
"Many sing your praises and hail you the next great king but you have faced no challenge to truly test your worth. That is why you shall be sent from these walls and our borders into foreign land where we shall see what is you truly amount to. Now we shall see what the child of the Lion and Stag can do. All eyes are upon you and all shall bear witness to any success… or failures."
With the end of his speech I was beyond happy as I knew that my years of suggestions had played off and also seemed to change him ever so slightly as I had never known him to give such a gaudy speech but I was more than grateful for the words of warning. With this I had been welcomed into the game.
With his speech done he stood up and walked out of the throne room with his Kingsguard flanking him and the royal family. Knowing full well he and mother would want to speak to me in private I left following close behind as the throne room descended into a storm of gossip and shock. I knew I'd be gone long before the news spread and everyone in the seven kingdoms knew I was being shipped out.
I made my way into my father's chambers where the family had gathered including my real father, Jamie Lannister. But before anyone could speak Roberts questioned me, "You're leaving tonight aren't you?"
"Yes father I am, the men are already on the ship, all that's left is for me to board and we'll set sail for Essos within the hour."
This shocked my family, especially Myrcella as she had hoped to spend a bite more time with me before I left and after I had placated her and promised to bring her back plenty of gifts we hugged it out only for me to turn and see Joffery smiling at me which immediately soured my mood. The little shit really irked me and despite multiple attempts at compulsion the bastard's psychopathic tendencies were too deeply rooted in his psyche for the current me to deal with.
I had tried changing him and getting a brotherly relationship going but the shit was determined to test my patience and anger me by tormenting our sister when I was around or rubbing it in our faces that he received more care and attention from our mother. She did seem to cater for his needs more than our own but that was only because he was such a difficult child and we, Myrcella and I, played and spent most of our time together. Mother on more than one occasion said we reminded her of how she and 'Uncle Jamie' used to be when they were kids.
This did slightly worry me as I didn't want to corrupt sweet Myrcella but after considering how young we were I knew that it wouldn't be anything serious and she was too young to even consider me in the same way our mother did her brother. I did think about compelling her about couldn't bring myself to do it to the innocent young girl and decided I would only resort to it as a last ditch effort to prevent any more incestuous relations in the family.
After giving Joffery 'brotherly' punch to the arm and a silent promise of pain should I return and either one of my siblings reports miss treatment from him, I made my way down to the docks that only the royal family could use accompanied only by Jamie and a few other Kingsgurad as the King returned to his royal duties of drinking and whoring.
I thanked Jamie and the guard for the escort and promised to come back with great stories and gifts aplenty for everyone. Saying my final goodbyes, I quickly boarded the row boat and ordered the men to head for the ship where we would set sail for Essos.
Standing at the bow of the ship looking in the direction of Essos I couldn't help but think aloud, "Let the games begin."