Ghostrider0002

Hey if you don't stop here to read this story, I took some time to write it so that it would follow an original script.
This story tells the story of the unstoppable rise of Aegon VI, Bastard of Winterfell and King of the Seven Kingdoms.
As you may have guessed, but this is an SI Jon Snow, I want to clarify that even if the MC is reincarnated as Jon Snow, he is not and will not act like Jon Snow.
The Protagonist is a person who has been lucky, he does not deserve it and will not be a holy or divine character, incapable of doing harm or a mistake, he is just a person like everyone else who has been lucky, if you are still here and you are curious about what happens next, I invite you to read this story.
If you don't like this story, that's your right and I'm sorry about that, but I will ask you not to judge too quickly and to take the time to read a few chapters before you decide to give up.

Aegon Snow

"Jon," began my uncle, also terrified by my cruelty, I gave him a dark look because he called me by my bastard name, which I did not tolerate, especially not from him, and he corrected himself by saying: "Aegon, you cannot execute men as you please."

I ignored him and said: "Ser Meryn Trant, approach..."

I observed the man in chains and with a bored air, I said: "You are what I would politely call a pig, a sub-shit, you rape little girls who haven't even bled, so I'm not going to make you wait any longer, for you the punishment is death."

Ghost, who was lying at the feet of my throne, stood up because this fool had tried to advance menacingly.

"I am a knight and a noble, I have the right to a trial by combat like anyone of my rank."

I turned my head towards my uncle, who looked at me with one of those looks that said "do the honorable thing." I sighed and said:

"Let's settle this quickly, unchain him and give him a sword."

I took one of the two swords I had hung on each side of my throne and drew it, I descended slowly, step by step without hurrying, with extreme nonchalance, letting my long sword grate against the metal of my throne with each step I took.

Meryn Trant regained all his bravery feeling his chains removed and a sword in hand, his thoughts were practically written on his face, by killing me he would surely gain the eternal recognition of the bastard Joffrey and his grandfather... but for that, he had to kill me first.

He charged me like an angry bull, and I could see that even being a first-order son of a bitch, he was rather good with a sword, but unfortunately with a physique and instincts like mine, he was slow, really slow, I had no trouble dodging his first sword and I blocked the following diagonal blow.

He took a little momentum to give me a vertical sword blow from top to bottom as if trying to slice me in two, but I gave him a quick blow in the jaw with the pommel of my sword.

He fell to his knees dazed and confused, his mouth bloody, I even noticed that he spat out a few teeth.

He looked at me with intense rage and got up after regaining his senses.

"Please, Ser Meryn, this is your last fight, I'm sure you can do better."

He said nothing but screamed charging at me a second time as if he hadn't understood the first time that I was too fast and agile for him, I dodged his blow and spun around myself while elegantly slicing his neck, one of the many lessons I had learned from Master Syrio.

His head fell to the ground and rolled to Cersei who was staring with fear into Cersei's eyes with a stunned expression, I had read in my previous life that decapitating a person cleanly did not die immediately and I guess that's what scared Cersei so much.

"Remove the body of this shit and burn it, he has sullied this city enough while he was alive, I don't want him to continue in his death."

I went back to my throne, and passing in front of the most important lords of the seven crowns, most applauded and some like Olenna Tyrell even congratulated me, they were only empty words, and I knew it but I reveled in it, I had the right to that, didn't I?

"The rest of the Royal Guards, you are all free, you have done nothing that I can judge inappropriate and you have honored your vows, I release you from your vows except the Kingslayer, you are all free to leave, to stay, or to fuck goats, I give you back your freedom."

-Chapter 19-