The Strongest in ASOIAF

I'm Gaemon Targaryen, the son of Daemon Targaryen and Arya Stark, the aunt of Rickon Stark. If you don't know my cousin Rickon, well, it isn't your fault; GRRM never mentioned him much, other than as the father of Cregan Stark, the Old Man of the North.

Anyway, I am currently being raised in the North, as a certain Old Coot who has been warming the chair for the last fifty years didn't like my cousin's decision to support Rhaenys over Viserys. Jaehaerys the Petty should be his title, not the Wise.

Whoever was responsible for throwing me here wasn't merciless enough to just throw my useless ass here without at least a farewell and some gifts. With those gifts, I have the potential to become the strongest of this era, though I'm not reaching there anytime soon since I have neither system, AI, nor Manas to guide me through my journey. It's just me and my head, which turns this way and that as keeps and dragons I have only read about are real and breathing before my very eyes. And for the record, I pinched myself, and they're still there.