12/28/271 from Z.E.
It rained heavily on the ground that day. The cloudy weather brought gloomy thoughts to everyone present in a rather large room. If anyone had gone inside, they would have immediately caught sight of an ornate ebony table with neat stacks of books — the works of some Maesters on geography, nature and history lay in different piles. An outside observer would have thought of the pedantry of the table owner. Many people would find it strange to choose the owner of the room, given that children of his gender and age are given beautiful fairy tales about knights, kings and dragons. However, everyone present had long since gotten used to Sirion Lannister's oddities. A five-year-old boy was lying on an obscenely luxurious and comfortable bed. Golden hair was spread out on the pillow like a fan — Sirion didn't cut his hair much, letting it go, thereby attracting the attention of others. The boy was covered with a blanket, and right next to him, reclining, was his mother, Dorna Lannister. She was not a recognized beauty like Joanna, Tywin's wife. Looking at the mother and son, one might not even think that they were relatives, nevertheless, Dorna was lying with her arms around her son and whispering gently to him. Kevan Lannister stood next to the bed and looked from his wife to his son, and then to Maester Kreilen.
Kreilen paled at the sight of a strong knight, one of the best swordsmen in the West, confidently entering the top ten. Kevan's gaze promised all kinds of punishment to the Maester. After all, he assured the parents that their son would be fine. And now Sirion was having a fit, a strange fit. And he's been unconscious for the second day! And the Maester himself felt that a herd of horses had just passed through his medicinal skill, trampling his conceit into the mud.
"What do you mean, Maester Kreilen?" The knight's left hand rested on the hilt of his sword.
It only takes him a few moments to pull out his blade and use the Maester for mincemeat. And no one will say a word against it, because it's because of the Maester that the son of the younger brother of the entire High Lord has been unconscious for the second day. And no one will care that the Maester does not know what caused young Sirion to fall ill and that he is not able to help him.
His illness does not coincide with any of the currently known ailments. And how could he get sick with anything? The children of the Lords grow up in castles, guarded day after day. Only the most loyal and healthy servants and the same guards are allowed to them!
—A fit, my lord," the Maester said, trying to maintain his composure, looking warily at the resting hand on the hilt of the blade of the not—so-weak knight of the Western Lands.
Yes, that's right! He's a member of the Order of Maesters from the Citadel! It is unlikely that he will be harmed… Although he was internally encouraging himself, his confidence in this did not increase. Kevan may not have the determination to attack the scientist, but there is his brother, Tywin Lannister, who is always sensitive to the Lannister blood. He's certainly capable of giving Kreilen an "unforgettable trip" to the dungeons of Casterly Rock. He doubted that anyone had managed to get out of there in one piece.
Many knights, lords ... yes, even some Kings — ended their lives in this rather nasty place. Gnawed by rats in the gloomy dungeon of the Lannister Stronghold… The Order of Maesters from the Citadel, although powerful, was capable of many things, gathering a lot of knowledge from the known lands, what to say, Kreilen himself was afraid to ask about some of the secrets of the Order. But all this fades if Tywin takes it into his head to "punish the negligent Maester for the inability to cure his nephew." Lord Tywin only needs the excuse that someone dared to "look askance at Lannister." As he once put it: "Even the most worthless Lannister bastard is more valuable to me than some Grand Lords in some cases."
— It is in your best interests to make sure that my son is alive and well! Kevan hissed threateningly, his face purple with anger. "Either... or... you can imagine what that means."
Kreilen could even imagine what a knight who had gone through the War of the Ninepenny Kings and the Tarbeck and Rhine Rebellion could do to him very well. He had once seen one of the Lannister Guards, Sergeant Laurel, a drunkard and a thug, gutting a bandit in a matter of seconds as he was heading into the Cliff. And then, swearing, he went to wash his sword in a nearby stream, because the hapless bandit naturally shit himself before he died. The corpse of a man who had shat himself at the time of death, with his insides sticking out, looked so disgusting and unusual that Kreilen vomited then. And what is a well-trained knight capable of? These people are probably quite capable of making a "work of art" out of a person with a sword ... like Barristan Selmy, after whom the earth is always red, or that talented boy from the Starfall, Arthur Dayne, who is already called the future Sword of Dawn.
"It's his fault! Kevan's wife's sharp, ringing voice rang out, and she abruptly stood up and turned around, pointing an accusing finger at the Maester. "I told you! She said he shouldn't be taught anything! He's just a kid. And you give him "extra lessons"! Who did you want to make my son?! Another Maester?!
—My Lady," Kreilen said firmly, sensing that he was uncomfortable with Lady Dorna's attitude toward his occupation. Her words about "another Maester" sounded too insulting.
— SHUT UP! Dorna suddenly barked with such force that the child next to her could get hearing problems in the future. "Your position as Maester allows you to talk to us almost as equals, but don't forget—you're just a servant!" A servant who is unable to help his masters! All I have to do is give the order, and they'll send us a new Maester, more knowledgeable in the sciences, while you'll be hanged like a pathetic thief!
—However, you won't do that," the door opened and Tywin Lannister himself appeared in the room, glaring at their entire company.
"This is my son, Lord Tywin," Dorna said, a note of fear creeping into her voice. Tywin is smart, perceptive, and cynical. At the same time, he does not tolerate when someone violates certain norms only for him. — And I myself…
"By yourself?" Tywin raised an eyebrow in surprise. "I am the Lord of Casterly Rock. The High Lord of the Western Lands. What are you going to do here by yourself? You're married to my brother, my nephew's mother, and you have certain rights over certain servants. But only if they are YOUR SERVANTS! Maester Kreilen serves me and my family, and only I can tell if I need his services or not. The King himself, His Majesty Aerys II, is coming to us soon, and I don't want your squabbles to be noticed by him! Am I making myself clear?!
—Yes,— Kevan nodded immediately, as if he was waiting for his brother to ask him something. Kivan never refuses him when it comes to orders.
—Extremely,— Dorna said in a trembling voice.
"So,— Tywin nodded. "Maester Kreilen." I am waiting for a positive outcome of my nephew's illness. As I said, I'm in a position to decide for myself whether we need your services or not," Tywin narrowed his eyes and met the Maester's gaze. The green eyes of the Lion of Casterly Rock were filled with cold rage, almost imperceptible to those whom Tywin did not want to intimidate. Unfortunately, Kreilen wasn't one of them today. —Or... it's up to you what happens to you."
He is unlikely to be executed. Children are dying, even Lannister children. But it will spoil his relationship with his family. Especially with the Kivan branch. Although... Kreilen looked at everyone present with caution. Who says he won't be executed? Tywin, Kreilen realized, didn't give a damn about anyone but his family. And soon the King and the Crown Prince will arrive here. And the arrival of the Targaryen family, the Kings of the Seven Kingdoms at Sirion's death... if word gets out. What people will not talk about! The boy's death may be hidden. And the Maester himself… What will happen to him? Every effort must be made to stabilize the young Lannister's condition at all costs. Bring him back to life…
"I won't let you down, My Lord,— Kreilen said, swallowing. — Otherwise, I'll go straight to the Wall from here if…
"There's already a Maester on the Wall,— Tywin said cynically. — If you fail, then you will not be needed even in the most worthless and pitiful family in the world. And, as you understand, why do you even need to live then? "What is it?" he asked the stunned Kreilen.
"I'm going to be killed! I'm going to be killed!" sounded like an alarm bell in his head.
He looked at the boy, whose skin had turned white. Any opportunity. Any opportunity, just for this boy to open his emerald eyes again and continue his life path.
—Dorna and Kevan,— Tywin said. "Let's not stop the Maester from doing his job. You'll do your best, won't you, Maester Kreilen?
—Y... yes,— Kreilen swallowed.
"I'll expect your report in two days at the latest," Tywin said in a commanding tone. — And I hope your report will be… Worthy of your high rank and the trust my family has shown you up to this point," Tywin waved his hand, clearly ordering Dorna and Kevan to leave their son's room and set an example himself.
The door slammed, leaving the Maester and the boy alone. However, not for long. After some time, the Maester called the servants and ordered them to bring all his books and medical research. If you don't know something yourself, then you should always turn to the wisdom of others.
His chest was bursting with pain. My heart felt like it was being squeezed. What's wrong with me? Why does it hurt so much? Some kind of disease? But I'm a child leading a healthy lifestyle, what's wrong?! My body is obviously tougher than Cersei's and Jaime's, and we're the same age. Why should I get sick if, on the contrary, I did everything to avoid such a fate? I didn't want to get sick in the world of the Middle Ages at all... and die.… It's been a couple of months since I decided to live a new life. No regrets…
My lungs were bursting with incredible pain, but my eyes hurt the most. I never imagined that they could burn like that, as if a red-hot iron had been poured into the place of my eye sockets.
Gradually, the pain throughout my body began to fade, except for the pain in my eyes. The body? Is that how I feel it? Well, yes... I told you that I feel pain in my lungs. So I have about the same body. Okay… If I can feel my body, then I can get out of bed. I'm sure my new mom is sitting by my bed right now, waiting for me to wake up. A strange liquid was running down his face.…
"Strange," flashed through my head. His hand went up to the liquid. The substance has migrated to the hand… And since I couldn't see anything, I instinctively decided to use a different method of cognition... a drop of liquid got on my… Language. Am I an idiot? What if it's poison?! But... poison?
Where would he come from? In addition, this…
"Blood?" - I asked. "Why is there blood on my face?"
I traced a trickle of blood with my finger and realized with horror that blood was coming from my eyes! No… It can't be! Did I become blind at the very beginning of my journey? No… It's impossible! I couldn't go blind... my left hand rested on a horizontal surface. What's it? Loose structure… It's hard not to recognize the simple earth. But the earth? Casterly Rock is called the "Cliff" for a reason. In the usual sense, there is land only in the Grove of Weirwoods. There is such a grove in the Castle, with completely dried Weirwood trees. Suddenly, something soft started rubbing against my legs. What is it? Then the ground, even though I collapsed on the wall, then something rubs... like a dog. It's an animal, but what kind?
The eyes opened… What? So I'm not blind? But why? In the end, it was bleeding, and my eyes hurt.… But no, all I saw was a red film obscuring my vision. His hands moved to his eyes again and rubbed them... his vision gradually returned. When it was back and I could look around, I sighed in amazement, coughing from the fresh air of the clearing! The golden-yellow grass surrounded me from all sides. There was a small forest to the left, and a river behind it, sluggishly flowing somewhere into the distance. Birds flew high in the blue sky, and clouds glided smoothly, obeying a light breeze.
"Where am I?" Hm? I looked at the one who was rubbing against my legs. "The fox?"
The animal cuddled at my feet, wiping himself and smiling affably. At least, it seemed to me that he was smiling at me. I recoiled in surprise, a suspicion playing in my head — animals that usually fawn over humans can get rabies. And in the realities of the Middle Ages, this is a deadly disease.… I ran away from the fox... another oddity is my clothes. I was dressed in a simple white shirt and matching trousers. On the feet were simple bast shoes, which were worn by the village commoners.
The fox followed me like a tail following a dog.
"What do you want from me?" I asked the fox automatically.
— Mrrr, — he nodded towards the line.
"Do you know a way out?" How do I get out of here?
It's all strange. I'm just delirious from a strange fever. It's like they've been poisoned by something. The fox nodded... NODDED?! Does he understand human speech? It's getting more and more wonderful…
—Rrrrr,— a growl sounded from behind.
I quickly turned around and was stunned. Not far away, about fifty meters from me, a lion was lying impressively and calmly eating, judging by the muzzle, a fox relative. The blood of the beast drenched the golden grass, turning it red.
The lion was huge, with a golden mane, majestic. When you see such a monster, you immediately understand why it is called the king of beasts. Leo didn't seem to care about anything. He was busy with his prey. Slowly, slowly, keeping a close eye on the King of Beasts, I began to retreat. One step... one more step... the lion pays attention only to his prey. I had already turned around, speeding towards the forest, when suddenly I heard a loud growl. Turning around at the sound, I froze in shock when I saw how the lion slowly and impressively stood up and stared at me with his emerald cat eyes.
"I'm finished! I didn't even understand what was going on here, but I was definitely finished! I'll give him one bite, and escape from a predator of his level... if only I could get to the forest. There are trees there!"
The fox that was next to me suddenly grabbed my arm and started pulling me towards the line. Persistently dragging… Exactly the same! You can't win without fighting. Mechanically, I found a stone and threw it aside. The lion followed this stone while it was still in flight. That's it, Sirion. It's time to use the one hundred and first karate technique!
It's time to go! I ran, and the fox ran beside me. When they were about twenty meters away from the forest, an incredibly loud growl sounded from behind. The lion was chasing us… It was like I had a second wind. My blood was pumping, and I was running. I ran to a forest consisting of... Weirwoods? What? But there was no time to think: it was necessary to quickly climb over the faces of the Weirwood. The lion is next to me... he will destroy me, and the fox will not be able to protect me. A branch of one of the trees broke, and I fell down. Is this the end? I fell to the ground, the air was knocked out of my lungs, the earth got into my eyes… It felt like I fell not just to the ground, but into some kind of pit.… I can't see anything... suddenly, an incredible pain shot through my arm. Someone tried to bite it off. And also the leg, the stomach. I was being torn and bitten. Did the lion bring help? The pain of being torn apart was unbearable. Until finally, my consciousness went out.…
When I woke up, I quickly rushed upstairs and looked around. I saw the same familiar clearing... the forest to my left, with a river flowing behind me.
—No?" — I touched myself, finding myself wearing the same set of clothes. "It can't be!" I was devoured by lions! Why am I alive?! AND WHERE THE HELL AM I?!
There was a rustle from the left. The fox again? I turned around and saw the same fox that accompanied me last time. His fur shimmered in the setting sun. By the way, the time had changed, now it was not noon, but sunset. This time, I didn't waste any time, and rushed… Towards the river. I'll cross over to the other side, and the lion won't reach me, and then I'll figure something out. As I understood it, there were a lot of lions in the forest… Although it's strange, lions don't usually live in forests.… And how do I know that? A fox was running to my right, snorting indignantly, apparently because I had chosen a different direction. We ran a little way, and the lion's roar came from behind us again. But I was already at the river. Kicking off my primitive shoes, I rushed into the river and quickly crossed to the other side.…
—Shhhh,— came a strange hiss.
"A snake?" "she was hiding in the undergrowth!"
A strange pain shot through my ankle. She bit me! And the world went dark. Again! Damn snake! I wasn't worried about losing my sight due to the poison, because I knew that everything that was happening now was just my very strange hallucination. There was a strange rustling and a slight growl. That's right, the fox attacked the snake while it was busy with me and apparently killed it anyway. I felt someone bite my arm and they led me away again.… Is this fox my protector?
But what should I do, because I've lost my eyesight, and even if I survive now, in the long run, I'll die without seeing anything… Although I do not know if the snake's venom is temporary. The fox was leading me, apparently, through the undergrowth. Branches slapped my cheeks, my pants caught on thorns, and I could feel the branches scratching my skin, but I endured and went forward. My vision began to return gradually. More precisely, it was somehow strange. The fox that led me was burning bright red. There was a furious growl from behind. A lion again? I turned around and in the direction where the green was burning brightly.…
Suddenly I was bitten on the neck…
— Ha, — I grabbed the bite site.…
One, two, three, four, five, six... six bright red flashes surrounded and rushed at me sharply. They bit my arm, my leg, and tore my face. Once again, my mind plunged into incredible pain, once again the world went dark and completely disappeared.
My chest was bursting with pain. What's happening? Why am I alive again? Didn't I get torn apart by strange, red flashes? What happened to me after that? I looked around again, studying the surroundings.
—Again... ha, I'm here," I stated, glancing at the purple sky with white dots. "Where's here?" Why am I in this world? Shouldn't I be at Casterly Rock? Then why am I here? Some unexpected fever overcame me.… Green flashes... red flashes. Good cartoons, you can't say anything! What's going on here anyway?! I yelled at the sky.
Yes, and the area is strange... a bright, violet-purple sky filled with distant, white stars. A huge Lion that always eats a fox, and a Fox that keeps trying to take me somewhere. And a whole fucking forest of Weirwood trees that the Northerners believe in! Why are there so many Weirwoods here? I was transported to Greenfield, the castle of the Lannister vassals, which is built entirely of Weirwood? But there's a whole castle there, not a thicket! And judging by the climate, it's quite warm, and a man in a rag like me is able to sense the climate clearly.… Judging by the climate, I'm much further south than the Isthmus. There couldn't be so many Weirwoods in the Western Lands. The lords of the West are stupidly pragmatic, cynical and materialistic. Life develops in rich mines. And rulers always use religion only as a means. And faith in the Seven is much more profitable as a means of control than faith in the Old Gods, whose faces are carved on Weirwoods.
"So I'm not in the West," he concluded, "then where am I?" — I sat down on a cold stone, crossing my legs cross-legged. "And how do I get to Casterly Rock?" Stop! I'm ignoring a couple of obvious facts! First, I'm talking to myself. Of course, there's not a soul around, but this kind of chatter is already a sign of madness.… I'm still crazy, if only because I'm worried about "this kind of thing" when I'm a five—year-old child, alone in the middle of an unknown area, with predators… He's already died a couple of times… My logic is clearly not capable of awareness. I already realized that some kind of crap is going on, but for some reason I'm sure it's all real, and these feelings… I have to get out of this strange place!
What happened before I got here? Let's think logically... once again. Once again, I will try to connect common sense. Did I get here after Pontius killed me? No, not that, before this hit, I was quietly living in the body of a rich aristocrat... rich only by birth, and I thought of this as a second chance. Let's dismiss that bastard Pontius, even though I'm the one to blame for his actions, not him. Any events that happened before coming to this strange area are not out of my mind. I was not an ordinary child.… But who said it was that special? It is enough to recall the same Lann the Clever, by the way, a real historical and legendary personality: he squeezed out an entire castle for himself, the most impregnable, by the way, in the Kingdoms — with just one trick. At the same time, he was quite young, according to the chronicles, although I have a special skepticism about history, I read about Lann from the ancestral chronicles of the Lannisters. And they could be somewhat exaggerated in order to add pathos to the family, after all, there were Kings and High Lords. Was I trying not to stand out? To put it too loudly, I stood out, I was better than my peers — I left out the same Cersei and Jaime. And in the future, I had a lot of plans that, even without my deliberate confrontation with both of them, would lift me above them.
Wait... Cersei and Jaime? A strange event struck my memory, which preceded my fall into the depths of fever and failure in this place.… Strange colors! For some reason, I saw the strange colors that appeared before that.… And after that, it was as if all the strength was drained out of me. Did I... fail? But what do these colors mean? What was it all about? How it works… And why did these colors appear during my second death? Or not, did they appear earlier? Come on, think with your head, I'll buy a crown of Valyrian Steel.… Sirion…
—RRRRRR,— came a familiar growl.
I shuddered, slowly getting up and turning around. A familiar lion with a golden mane that made me obsessively associate with a crown was quietly eating the remains of another fox.
—Not again,— I said, backing away.
The lion glared at me with his two emerald eyes, while not looking up from devouring the fox. I swallowed, starting to back away. Lev didn't seem to care about me at all. Only… I took a closer look to be ready for the predator's attack and fully concentrated.… The main thing is to avoid sudden movements. "Why does this cat feed exclusively on foxes? Or is it an allegory for my last name? I wish I knew what "allegory" is, or I'm using that word, but I don't really remember what it means. Oh, I wish I had a language and literature teacher right now. Okay, wait, not up to it!"
Abruptly, I didn't even have time to react, the Lion raised his paw and made a strange movement. I wouldn't have thought that animals could move like that... or is this Lion not really an animal? Mysticism… Something heavy fell to his feet.… I looked down, studying what had happened next to my feet.…
"I don't understand," I said, looking at the dead Fox carcass. —Do you want me to eat this?" I nodded at the carrion. "You care about me, but why?"
The lion looked at me curiously with his cold gaze.
— lt;b>You, lt;/b> — I heard something like that before a hellish pain pierced my head. I grabbed my temples, massaging them. The world has transformed, becoming dark… Here it is, that strange feeling before entering this place! The lion! It was covered in green! — lt;b>You are!
A hellish pain shot through my head. The very bones of his skull seemed to be crushing, causing intense pain.
"I don't understand!"
— lt;b> You will understand! Or you'll die!"lt;/b> — there was a growl in my head.
Suddenly I felt a stirring in the grass. At least ten red flashes were approaching us. I looked around, studying the surroundings.
— lt;b>THE ENEMY OF DEATH! — there was a furious growl, duplicated in my head by a jumble of sounds.
The lion stood up gracefully, opening his mouth, and let out a truly deafening roar.… Still surrounded by green. Is he preparing for battle? With... red-coated Foxes. The Lion's height was impressive. According to my estimates — over two meters! Yes, it's some kind of tank on legs! I couldn't really see him before, because I was trying to get away from him. Now... I actually saw the King of Beasts ready to engage in this strange battle with the Foxes. Or with me? I barely understand what the fuss is about... the lion ducked and pushed off the ground, rushed towards me and... Jumped over me, rushed towards the Foxes. There was a yelp and a plaintive whine from behind… I turned around and saw an unpleasant picture. The lion tore apart Foxes, wielding claws, teeth… Yes, even with his own tail, he hit the Fox's head so hard that he probably got a concussion.… Apparently, this Lion weighs at least half a ton!
The foxes died, but they didn't retreat. Everyone tried to bite, bite, scratch, at least somehow, the mighty predator. Gradually, the Lion's body was covered with small wounds... "Even a Lion is extinguished by the crowd," right?
The lion didn't seem to care about "minor scratches." He tore and killed. Mercilessly… Fox guts were scattered on the ground, and the blood looked like a messy blob.… A heavy, glandular odor hit my nose.…
But then I saw the red flashes all around me again. Help the Foxes?
—b>You have to accept yourself (You have to accept yourself)," flashed through my head, causing a strange pain unlike anything else.
What's the point? Why is everything so mysterious here? A huge Lion? Foxes? A weirwood... a lion king... with a golden mane and the same coat. Red Foxes… Are they attacking him in large numbers and trying to destroy him... well, Serega... or Sirion? Well, both are true, no difference.… You can call yourself Sergei Lisin as much as you want, but in this life I am Sirion. Sirion Lannister, who has the memory of a "master of life" from the largest country in the world. I am Sirion... a Lannister... a Lannister? Isn't the Lion the Lannister crest from Casterly Rock? Then... the Foxes... Sergey Lisin! This strange world, is it in my heaWhat's the point? Why is everything so mysterious here? A huge Lion? Foxes? A weirwood... a lion king... with a golden mane and the same coat. Red Foxes… Are they attacking him in large numbers and trying to destroy him... well, Serega... or Sirion? Wel, both are true, no difference.… You can call yourself Sergei Lisin as much as you want, but in this life I am Sirion. Sirion Lannister, who has the memory of a "master of life" from the largest country in the world. I am Sirion... a Lannister... a Lannister? Isn't the Lion the Lannister crest from Casterly Rock? Then... the Foxes... Sergey Lisin! This strange world, is it in my head? Are these two opposites of me fighting? Something's getting to me.…
In all my thoughts, I missed the moment when one of the Foxes got past the Lion and jumped on me, trying to bite my throat.
"I remember that!" I exclaimed, falling to the ground, the Fox's teeth snapping next to my throat. "You're the one who attacked me, aren't you?" I get it now, these colors are the enemy. And the green colors are friends, am I right, foxface?
And as if to confirm my words, the Fox was blown off my body. He took down the blow of the Lion, which caught up with the Fox and tore it apart. The reds are enemies... the greens are friends. Then what's blue? Cersei was burning blue. Or is it only girls who burn like that? No, I think her guards were also blue. We'll figure it out later…
—Thank you, Lion... or what should I call you, aren't you the patron saint of the Lannister clan?"
—I don't patronize the Lannister Family," a familiar growl sounded in my head, this time articulate and wit—I don't patronize the Lannister Family," a familiar growl sounded in my head, this time articulate and without a headache. — I am the personification of my master, whose name is Sirion Lannister! When you accepted yourself, you accepted me. Before that, you rejected me, even though you were me, just like I was you. Sirion Lannister! As you understand, these Foxes are the personification of your past... our past! But you were reborn, even if you/I retained your experience, you are now Sirion Lannister. And you have to accept it completely!
— What, should I forget about Sergei's life? It flashed through my mind. "But…
— Don't forget! Accept yourself as Siriona. I was reborn with you and took this form, I am you, but a part of you rejected me and took the form of a Fox, you must help me destroy the old self in the face of Foxes, or help the old self destroy the new self in my face. Although you now associate yourself more with Sirion Lannister, that's why they consider you an enemy and want to bring you back to your old self.;
He hit himself on the stones of the wall... foxes, a lion. The old me, the reborn force. What am I supposed to do with all this shit? He's a good toastmaster and the contests are interesting.
— Fight! It's time to decide — are you Sirion Lannister, or Sergei Lisin?"lt;/b>— a Lion roared. —lt;b>Whatever you choose, it will be.../b>
Why did this question become a question at all? I was Sergei Lisin. And now I am Sirion Lannister. And it is precisely because of this dispute! And I can't figure out what to do? What is Sergey Lisin and what is Sirion Lannistdid this question become a question at all? I was Sergei Lisin. And now I am Sirion Lannister. And it is precisely because of this dispute! And I can't figure out what to do? What is Sergey Lisin and what is Sirion Lannister? Sergey Lisin is a worthless father, a thief and a murderer, a criminal who just got lucky. The circumstances I've been in have broken the destinies of millions! Life! And I survived, despite being cursed and hated, I hated and cursed the whole world, trying only to build a corner for myself where my order would be, not wanting to rebuild myself. You can talk as much as you want about the fact that I've rebuilt. I've outlived many of my comrades.… But I haven't changed? I stopped there at the turn of the two thousandth and couldn't rebuild myself. I missed a lot... Sergey Lisin is a loser, after all.
What is Sirion Lannister? A boy born into a cruel world. He has a certain rol
"One at a time, you fox bitches! I'll get even with you for everything, for every fucking bite!
In unison with my voice came the menacing roar of a huge Lion…
—Ha... ha!" I coughed heavily.
"My Lord! — A familiar voice was heard. My hearing hadn't fully recovered yet, and the sounds seemed garish and terrible.
I tried to open my eyes as much as possible. The strange, white haze in front of my eyes was dissipating, revealing my room in Casterly Rock. Maester Kreilen was standing next to the bed, looking rather agitated and worried.
— Glory to the Seven! The Maester exclaimed, which made my ears pop. "Thank the Seven, you've recovered from your fever, my Lord Sirion!"
—Ah,— I sighed heavily, squinting and finally reducing the outlines of objects and objects into single figures, —please don't shout like that, Maester Kreilen.
"I beg your pardon, My Lord. You had a fever with an unknown disease, I could only find one similar case, even before the arrival of the Targaryens, one of the sons of the King of the Cliff came down with a similar disease in infancy and did not survive," the Maester said sadly, probably imagining what Lord Tywin would do to him after this. And this is against the background of rumors that Lord Tywin is planning to hold a tournament in honor of the decade of his friend Aerys II's reign in Lannisport. Although, maybe it was just a rumor for the servants, especially the number of golden dragons that Lord Tywin would spend on this action. Someone even said that almost five hundred million would go to this event, but the Lannisters knew perfectly well that the tournament would be and would be much more modest than some imagine.… As far as the word "modesty" is possible when it comes to the golden lions of Casterly Rock.
But most importantly, a thirteen—year-old will come to the tournament, although by that time he will already be all fourteen Rhaegar Targaryen. They say, however, it's hardly a rumor that Prince Rhaegar is a genius. "He plays musical instruments beautifully," is strong, handsome right now, and most importantly, smart. In general, the future of the inhabitants of the Seven Kingdoms, after the death of Aerys, is bright and cloudless. Rhaegar can become a worthy king, like Aegon the Incredible, if not better. Isn't that wonderful? On the other hand, I will also have to consider Rhaegar in my future plans. I'm supposed to be six this year. More or less, I will be able to make meaningful actions, more precisely, contributions. Contributions to my future in the Lannister family and the bright future of the Lannister family itself.
This requires taking into account personalities from all Kingdoms.… I need vital intelligence that will operate everywhere. From what I've realized, something called magic has awakened in me in the form of empathy. It is useful to distinguish who is a friend and who is an enemy, but it only works in line of sight. So exploration is still a priority. And it's easier to organize it by backing it up with money. Especially in other Kingdoms. This means that I need to take care of the money that I seem to have, but it's definitely not enough. But what if there is no money? Earn them. Now the question is: how can I make money? Hmmm… What can I do? Or more precisely, who was I… Perhaps a couple of gambling games should be brought into this world, people are easily addicted, I know the rules, and the premises… Well, am I a Lannister or not? After all, buying a couple of houses in Lannisport "for next to nothing" is a no-brainer for me. Besides that, I have to remember exactly how to make moonshine, I remember dabbling in it myself, as I remember that I didn't really succeed. But if I strain my muscles, I can definitely give out alcohol, even if it's not the best, but it should provide me with some income.