Author's note: As the description implies it's going to get messy lore wise since you know... butterfly effect and all that entails, and a pesky SI wanting to make things better, annoying right?

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Disclaimer: I do not own the A Song of Ice and Fire Series, Dunk and Egg Novellas and The World of Ice and Fire I own only the OC's.

I never really stood out my whole life.

Mr. Boring

Never do anything guy.

The Wallflower… you get the idea.

So being caught in this situation was quite a shock.

I'm currently lying in an alleyway with gunshot wound in my bulbous gut while the girl of my dreams trying to stop the alarmingly rapid flow of blood pooling where I'm laid down.

"Stay with me, Ralph... Please!" wow she used my name!

Wow... head's getting really woozy.

I guess getting shot would do that to a person; this was not what I had in mind when I came to the rescue of a classmate of the female variety from getting mugged and/or worse. And maybe getting some goodwill and one thing leading to another… Anyway…Her name is Cynthia, a lovely name now that I think about it.

So I subconsciously (and stupidly) rushed to her aid all knight in shining armor like, and the Idiot I was; thought I could tackle the mugger being a big guy and all, but that only made him react to my battle cry (In hindsight that was dumb, really DUMB) by aiming a gun that I thought he didn't have and pulling the damn trigger in the direction where he thought he heard the screaming a dying animal.

And I got hit right in the gut.

The momentum made me fall flat on my face in the most unheroic thud I have ever heard.

I'm hearing the mugger say some profanities about my mother and other inaudible swearing all the while backing away, probably his first mugging. Aren't I lucky bastard?

Cynthia, the girl of my dreams; oblivious to the potty mouthed criminal who fired shot, turned me over and put pressure on the bullet wound which was now gushing like a geyser. Her eyes have a lovely shade of brown turning red and blood-shot as they welled with tears.

She kept saying "It's gonna be okay" "You're alright" "I called an ambulance" (even though she clearly didn't being busy trying to apply first aid to a classmate she barely knew) and other things you say to a person you don't want to die.

Breathing was hard and painful, not breathing was worse so I'm caught in the proverbial rock and the hard place.

This is it I'm going to die; I readied myself (as much as having bullet hole in your stomach, and every breath you take feels like the inside of your ribcage is lined with tiny needles) for the afterlife, eternal nothingness, eternal paradise or eternal damnation (please not the last one). But someone somewhere had other plans.

"Do you want to live?" a voice asks

Everything stopped, literally stopped, Cynthia was stopped mid-another reassuring sentence, the would-be mugger looked readying to make a run for it, was frozen in place, even a passing rat froze while scurrying (Gross).

I could feel a presence at my back, which is weird because I'm lying on my back.

The "time stop" thing is somehow keeping me alive and not affecting me. But the pain was still there and probably the bullet hole too. Though not moving is still a must mystical for not experiencing excruciating pain. Anomalies be dammed.

"Wha…" was the only thing I could say

"DO YOU WANT TO LIVE?" it asks again

I nod, thinking the gesture was futile. All the while the pool of my own blood worryingly spread.

Then everything went dark in that instant.

I wake up and the first thing I see is total darkness. Nothing around me, heck I don't think I'm standing on anything. Come to think of it I can't feel anything.

So naturally I start to freak out.

I scream and yell for help, but it seems all around me is as empty as it looked, that and I think I have no way of making a sound.

Time seems non-existent here.

After counting up to 1,423 losing count that, I have deduced that time does pass here (Or what I perceive as time at least) I just don't have any idea how to know the exact time, you know the month, date, year, is it morning, noon or night? For what seems like an eternity I was stuck in that place, my eyesight is gradually coming back which didn't help one bit since it was pitch black.

Well the voice kept his (or her with a very deep voice) promise, I AM alive, trapped floating in this limbo state, but alive. I should have been more specific with my wish, yes I what I did at my dying breath was a wish; I can't find a better word to use.

But asking for an alternative like; healing me completely, going back in time to stop me from taking that short cut and saving a girl that hardly knew I existed, but noooooo, I had to make the most ambiguous wish: I want to live. Well that turned out well didn't it? Now I'm stuck in Limbo or whatever this place is and now way of even finding out where the fuck I was. And to top it all off I'm talking to nobody just to not go insane!

A few (um… days?) pass, I finally have my sense of touch back! Whooo! The sensation of being in water was the first (and only) I felt. Weird isn't it? Person I talk to get a hold of my sanity?

After what seems like weeks, I notice something, either my surroundings are shrinking or I was getting bigger. But the bright side is that I'm snug as a bug in rug, for now. And good news… well any news is good when I'm in here I guess

I am being pushed out by the wall themselves like their way of saying 'get out you bum!', the liquid was is gone, and the walls is pushing me out, I'm starting to get an idea what happened to me, but it's so ridiculous that I'll take note of it for later. A bright light appeared out of nowhere. And it kept getting brighter and brighter, until everything I saw was light. And the thing that followed… well let's just say it caught me completely by surprise.

Being blinded by the brightness of aforementioned light, there was something pushing all around me and now that I focused more on my surroundings I started to hear muffled screams of a woman. Her shrieks were accompanied by more indescribable sounds, which I assumed other peoples voices I was caught something that is most likely a giant pair of hands.

Yep, I was right, as farfetched as it was.

My mind was "transplanted" in to a child still growing in the womb, or Reincarnated, or Reborn.

I had first hand witnessed the miracle of life, and it was… gross, absolutely disgusting. Being squeezed out from another human being, that's B-rated horror gold.

I am now being held by my 'mother' who I might add is gorgeous, pale skin, slivery white hair, and … wait. No, it can't be, can it?

"What should be his name Princess?" a voice from behind me said

The person holding me is Royalty? Does that mean I'm a prince now?

Last time I checked I wasn't a prince. Then again I wasn't an infant.

"I would wait until my Royal Husband arrives" she smiled at me with a face that could melt the toughest men's hearts.

I try to speak but all it got me was babbling nonsense.

So I still my knowledge of language and presumably motor skills but this new body can't keep up? Great! Really Fucking Great!

My age in the moment of my untimely demise was Twenty, I went through growing up once and I had the luxury of forgetting the first few years of it, the awkward childhood, the more awkward adolescence with puberty, I was hoping that my early adulthood would be different but looking the pattern it wasn't looking good.

Some people would like to start over from a clean slate, and there were some points in my life that it sounds like a good idea, and thinking back that was stupid of me to even think that. Now I'm here back to square one (literally).

"He's quiet for a babe, isn't he princess?" another voice said

I turned my head as much as I could to see a bunch of women wearing era appropriate clothing, probably midwifes and or female courtiers.

The princess looked at me lovingly as only a mother can, which made me squirm like the baby I currently am.

She dangled tiredly her finger above my head muttering sweetly "Hello little one" and other cliché sweet nothings.

Sweaty and tired was what I can say when looking at her face closely; I'm not surprised having to push another person out of you (childbirth seriously freaks me out, after watching that clips from the internet that one time).

Well reminding myself of something I can never have again jarred the dazed and confusion out of from the initial arrival (ewww) I realized my whole life was gone.

Twenty years.

I was sad, angry, and whole plethora of emotions. Maybe it was the sheer weight of not being in my own reality anymore, my whole other life being left in that reality family, what little friends I had, or just being in the body of new born. I cried.

Crying felt good, it didn't do much good logically but fuck it; I'm in Planetos! And I have no idea how; logic does not apply in any of this. Wailing seems to work better though. So I wailed.

"Shall I get the wet nurse then Your Grace, he seems to be hungry" the first woman said, possibly another courtier.

No I am not! You… you… Bitch… well if the grumbling in my stomach is any indication of lack of sustenance… I guess I was pretty hungry.

Still my wailing continued.

"No, I shall feed him"

"Of course Princess Shaera"

Well at least I know her name now, wait she said she was going to feed me does that mean what I think it means? The naming scheme sounds too familiar (the ae thing), and considering what happened to me it isn't that far off. But I could be wrong.

Sure enough she undid her already loose dress (was it called a birthing dress?) and exposed her magnificent bosom. Then shoving said bosom in my infantile mouth which sucked it instinctively (damn you instincts!).

Now still in shock at all of the things that happened to me, but who am I to deny this? I know I sound like a pervert and some people might classify me as one (very few people mind you) but I just need to relax, the entire ordeal wasn't easier on me I had to… forget it.

Lulled to semi consciousness with Shaera humming and occasionally saying "My little baby boy…" was great after what I would guess months in vitro, I was for the moment, content.

Apparently my contentment made her so happy that she cried, these were tears of happiness, I never seen any in my old world. Is it bad to feel a little annoyed?

The people who just wanted to see a princess give birth exited the room as another man who had the same features as my not mom clad in black and red three headed dragon emblazoned in the front rushed in (that looks familiar)

"Shaera!" he panted "Are you well my love? How is the babe?" does everyone here talk like bad Shakespeare?

She chuckled, careful not to move around too much.

"I'm well heart of my heart, so is our sweet boy"

My father sighed looking relieved.

Stepping out of the door he called out to a man outside by what little I could hear, that person was a guard.

"…this room ser… life… protect"

"… Kingsguard, your Grace" again that sounds familiar.

"…apologies ser…"

"…will Prince Jaehaerys"

What? Kingsguard? Jaehaerys? Targaryen? Did I hear that right? That's this guy's name?! That means I'm in…in A Song of Ice and Fire! (Or the prequel so to speak, if that can be even applied to this whole situation, which logically it most certainly can't, but logically can't be proven otherwise, which just plain sucks) It also means I'll be named Aerys! The one who's responsible for the entire plot of George R.R. Martins Novels! What did I just have gotten myself into?

The man that I now know as Prince Jaehaerys of House Targaryen closed the door behind him and walked back to Shaera and me. "By the gods! Look at that face!" He looked at me in wonder "Hello there, I'm your father"

Taking me ever so carefully from the princesses' chest, tears welling from his eyes as he gently rocked my now newly born body.

Making the silliest face he can (which was by the way only mildly irritating) he said "Kochie Kochie Kochie koo!" "Bwabwabwa" "Peek-a… boo!" Being baby talked was demeaning, even if I have the body of newborn, I still have what's left of my pride and it's taking a beating! What made it worse was being covered with just a thin blanket exposing my baby… thing to the air, the very, very cold Westerosi air.

And again with the finger, if I still had my motor skills I'd give you the middle finger!

My rage somewhat resonated with this new body, because I grabbed my not dad's forefinger and tried to bite it with my toothless mouth.

"What shall we name him, Shae"

That nickname name is so referential that I giggled while I gave "Mr. Gab a finger near my face" the gum chewing of a lifetime.

"I was thinking naming him after father"

He shook his head "After five Aegons on the throne and most of them not looked kindly upon by history, why would we burden him with such a name if he is to rule?"

Now this conversation got my attention from the biting thing. They were naming me! And I want to stick as close to cannon as I can, I haven't got anything else better to do else better to do. Go Aerys!

My not mom pouted "Lets name him after you then"

"And be known as Jaehaerys the younger? Forever being in my shadow, I can't do that to our child my love"

Shaera let out a hearty sigh "Be serious Jae"

"I am! Surpassing my namesake, the histories would name me 'Jaehaerys the Magnificent' showing the Seven Kingdoms prosperity never before…"

She erupted in a fit of laughter.

"I truly am serious sister"

"You will be called 'The Magnificent'? You?"

"Yes what of it?" he looking flustered now.

"As a child you had poor ser Willem check under your bed for monsters"

"The good ser is a sworn member of the Kingsguard charged in protecting me from all threats to my person, even from my own mind! And I was but a child then, scared easily by Dunks' stories"

"You were three-and-ten when you stopped and even then you slept with candles! A ready supply of them is in your chambers to this day!"

"Come now sister dear this is not about me…"

She cut him off "There was that one time with that serving girl, what is her name again? Lya… Mya…" She was snapping her fingers in an effort to remember the name "Lyla! Yes Lyla! Remember? So impatient at bedding her that you released your seed whilst fully clothed!"

"It was her fault! She kept… Shaera stop it this instant"

The look on her face showed a woman trying and failing to hold down her laughter.

Now they were just messing around, just name me Aerys for cannons' sake! But all the embarrassing things she was saying were gold! That last part cracked men up.

"Even the little one finds it humorous!"

Jaehaerys Targaryen, the future king of an entire continent looked positively red with embarrassment as he gave me back to my not mom. "Very well Shae! I am a weakling and… and an idiot not worthy of you… T'was a grave mistake pronouncing my love in the Godswood, Luthor Tyrell was a more appropriate suitor for your hand not the frail man here beside you" he said with cringe worthy melodrama.

She placed her teat back to my mouth and to my shame sucked greedily "Oh stop your mummering Jae! Everyone has their flaws, it just so happens that I know the most shameful of yours"

Not dad still played exaggerated performance "And yours would be your constant reminder of the flaws of others"

"I consider it a skill to give a good thrashing to ones self-esteem every so often; the gods have mercy when you start to think drinking wildfire is a fine way to become a dragon".

Jae pondered her words like a great philosophical question "Wildfire? Wildfire, wild…fire, Hmmm…"

Shae in turn looked troubled "I don't like the look on your face"

"Of course!" my not dad exclaimed "That is his name! Aerion!"

"We are not naming him after our uncle, if the tales about him and fathers stories are any warning; he was a madman who as I said drank wildfire thinking on becoming a dragon" I yelled 'nahhhh!' in agreement "See even he despises it"

Undeterred he continued.

"Baelor then? Tis a…"

Nahhhh!

"Laenor, a good…"

Nahhhh!

"Mayhaps Matarys is more…"

Nahhhh!

"Qoherys, name of…"

NAHHHH!

Shae suppressed a laugh "It seems our son refuses to be named" she proceeded to rock me slowly "My, my, you are willful babe aren't you?"

"Mayhaps Aerys is suited for him" my not dad said dismissively "He was a willful king"

She looked at him confused "I can discern King Aerys was too smart for his own good , but how was he in any way willful?"

"I asked the same question to Grand Maester Kaeth when he answered which Targaryen King he most admired"

The statement made not mom confused "Of all the kings to reign over the Seven Kingdoms, why did he choose him?"

Still looking at me with affection he fixed his wife's hair.

"Aerys, like Daenys the Dreamer he… in the Grand Maesters own words, suffered dreams of the future. It started when he was but a child as vivid dreams, but over the years grew in intensity and frequency."

"What does this have to do with naming our babe?"

"Hush Shaera, I am getting to that"

"Go on then, oh great historian" she scoffed

"Very well, where was I…?"

"I believe it was Aerys and his dreams dear husband" she said in an exaggerated renaissance fair like voice.

Looking mildly amused Jaehaerys went on "But no matter how vivid the dreams became, t'was only fragments of a greater prophesy. Although fragmented it was evident to him a great calamity was to befall our house and he worked tirelessly to find out what it was, through all the lords cries he must do his duty to the realm, he continued the search for the answer"

"… and during this mad search, he gave his Bryden 'Bloodraven' free reigns on the crown"

My not dad looked impressed "So you were truly listening to fathers 'lessons' all those years ago?"

She smiled "Obviously Jae, I wasn't our fathers favorite for nothing"

Jaehaerys just shook his head.

Shae looked skeptical "So the reason father became king was because a man who dreamt of bad things and hadn't had the time to bed his wife? Certainly he would have time for that."

"Don't be so quick to dismiss his claims my love, many said the same for Daenys"

"T'was a feeble argument of his intelligence let alone for his willfulness Jae"

"Tis the truth though"

"And how in the Sevens name did Grand Maester Keath come possess such information?"

"There were several journals belonging King Aerys just lying around in the library, one only need to look"

As their somewhat argument continued, I'm still breastfeeding the heck out of her… that sounded better in my head.

But as the first real food I had since getting shot, even though it's Breast milk it tasted divine.

Once I had my fill, I just nuzzled into my not mom's breast and drifted to sleep, letting all my worries be on the background even for a little while.