The Emperor From Another Empire(Discontinued)

The Grandeurs of Youth

King's Landing, Westeros | 285 AC

Five years have passed since the birth of the Crown Prince, Artur Baratheon. His birth spelled the cementing of the Baratheon's hold upon the Iron Throne. The young Crown Prince had only recently started his studies with the Grand Maester, his first session was wrought with both surprise and joy.

"You called, Grand Maester?"

Cersei asked as she entered the old man's chambers with her son sitting on a chair as he wrote on a piece of paper.

"Y-Yes your Grace. I have asked of you here because of the Crown Prince's learnings."

"What do you mean, Pycelle? Has anything happened? Is he hurt?"

Cersei walked to her firstborn in haste as she checked every nook and cranny of the boy's body, the Crown Prince already attuned to his mother's overbearing and protective nature.

"Oh no, your Grace. Nothing has happened."

Cersei had wrapped her arms around her son, in a way that a Lioness would protect her cub.

"Then why did you call for me?"

"I must inform you, your Grace. His Grace is greatly astute in his letters and numbers. It is like how his Grace spoke his first words only a few weeks after his birth."

"And how great is my son in his numbers and letters?"

"Extraordinary, marvelous, fantastic. The only word I can truly describe him is a genius. Many of my scribes are taught from the Citadel yet none of them were ever this great in their learnings. Not adding to the fact that his Grace has a curiosity for any and all books."

Cersei smiled at her son and clutched him in her arms as the hug went deeper and deeper.

"Grand Maester."

"Yes, your Grace?"

"Have any books my son wants be sent to his rooms."

"Ah, of course your Grace. It shall be done."

There after, the Queen kissed her son on the forehead and left to do her royal duties as Artur and Pycelle continued their teachings.

Artur I

Artur Baratheon, formerly that of Artureos Uthre-Dunai, had never expected to ever live again. Was this some trick? Some sick curse inflicted on me by the Infernal Ones? Or is it a blessing from His Divine Will, Octareos? He had first thought this was a version of heaven, to be reborn in the grandness that is the will of Octareos, and yet it is not to be.

He had forced his body to grow, sometimes leading to astounding results such as being capable of speaking at a few weeks old and walking at the age of a few months yet the repercussions were violent as many a time did my body fall from fatigue, hence as to why my new mother's protectiveness to me.

It was quite a surreal experience, having the mind and experience of a nearly century old man to becoming an infant. My lessons with Grand Maester Pycelle were resourceful for me, now I know I am not in Eia but a world like it, there was a myth in an old form of the Imperial Faith where it says that Octareos created many different forms and variants of Eia, with different names, different species, maybe I am in one of them.

From the Emperor of the Empire to the Crown Prince of the Seven Kingdoms. Maybe I am blessed, or cursed, with being a part of an Imperial or Royal Household.

With my recent show of intelligence, I have acquired what I have wanted, a steady supply of books and knowledge. My father's Hand, Jon Arryn, was overjoyed at the sight of me learning and reading, something my own father did not do in his youth. Mother was proud of me, though such a thing happened every second of everyday; Cersei is like the mother of Emrin, a mother who gives so much love and affection to her children but that love blinds her to the arrogance or wrongs her child is doing.