An ordinary boy born in the cold North, just trying to survive... But what if the boy is born with a purpose, and how would he change the world of Westeros and the Game of Thrones?
His name will be remembered throughout the history books.
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At the Corvin's residence, Lucian was in the backyard, practicing his sword skills. Ever since he started hunting with his father, William has been teaching him how to use a sword. Lucian has been practicing his swordsmanship every morning, afternoon, and evening whenever he has nothing to do.
Looking out through the window is William. He was spectating his son since training. The father could see his son training hard as the sweat was coming through his shirt.
"He reminds me of myself since I was a lad. Father. I can't thank you enough for teaching me your sword art. I wish you were here right now to see your grandson." He speaks in his mind.
William then exits out of his house and walks towards his son. Hearing the door open, Lucian spins around to see his father approaching him.
"Father," Lucian spoke while breathing heavily.
"Lucian." William stops in front of the boy. "I see you've been training hard. You've been practicing your footwork?"
The boy nods, "Yes, Father, I've been following the steps you taught me. Did you see me?"
"Aye. I've seen the whole thing. You're doing very good. It brings me back memories since I was about your age." William said.
"Young and stupid?" Lucian smirks.
The older man chuckles. "No. Young and bold. Bolder than Ser Barristan himself."
Lucian rolls his eyes. "Yeah, right."
"I'm serious. You already heard the stories about me."
"I know. I still can't believe you've fought the best warriors and saved Lord Stark and King Robert from their deaths."
William then starts to remember the times when he, Ned, and Robert were young. Out of all the three, he was more like the alpha of the group, while Ned was the silent type and Robert was the hothead. Even though William was never a noble, but was close to the Starks.
"Aye, I did. It was always me to save their skins from near death." William said. "Look at you. You've been sweating your balls while swinging that stick of yours."
The boy lets out a laugh at his father's comment. "Is it improving, though, father?"
"It is, but while it's cold out. You'll get yourself sick. You should get inside and wash up. I made some stew and bread. You've been out here for hours. Take a break for now."
William noticed his son was thinking about something but was listening to him simultaneously.
"Son? What is it?"
Lucian lets out a sigh before speaking. "When can I wield a real sword?"
After hearing his son's response, William looks at the lad momentarily. This was the same question he asked his father, 'When can I wield a real sword?' every child of the Corvin family asks the same question. William suddenly lets out a sigh before kneeling to the boy's level and placing a hand on the boy's shoulder.
