2 Chapter 1 - Prologue

'Great. I really died. I didn't even get to read Martin's take on how he would end the books. I guess I'll have to be satisfied with the series,' a nameless soul thought as it floated in an endless void.

This was a person who died a while back when he was returning home. He was a high school student and when he was returning home that day, a monstrous truck appeared out of nowhere and fucked him up pretty bad.

He died on the spot.

He was about to give up and close his eyes, waiting when his soul will pass on to heaven or hell when a strong voice boomed, "Mortal!"

A figure materialized in front of him, radiating an aura of terrifying power. It was God.

"You have done good deeds in this world and as such us higher ups have decided to allow you to reincarnate in a world of your choosing with any 3 wishes. You can either choose our option or rest forever in the void."

He would be a fool to not take this offer. Plus, he already had an idea of which world he wants to go along with the gifts he wishes for.

"God, I want to reincarnate in the world of Game of Thrones as the firstborn of Cersei and Robert Baratheon, the crown prince.

As for my wishes: for my first wish, I want Captain America's super soldier serum.

For my second wish, I wish powers and knowledge of Nicholas Flamel, Grindelwald and Voldemort from Harry Potter.

For my third wish, I wish to have the ability to mastering weapons easier."

"You ask for a lot boy! But fine. The first and last wish are quite simple. But, for the second one, I will implant the knowledge in your head and by the time you reach age 9, all of your knowledge shall be unlocked. Till then, you will have to make do with only two powers from that world. Choose wisely."

MC thought for some time before making up his mind and saying, "Alright, then I wish for having complete control over legilimency and the Imperius curse. Would that be alright?"

"Hmm, good choices and no it will not be problem. Also, since I am feeling generous today I'll give you a gift you will appreciate. I know you were an orphan in your previous life, so all the innocents who did not deserve their death in the world I am sending you to, will live through some means, only if they are closely related to you.

Now, BEGONE!" God boomed before everything turned black.

~ GoT World, Casterly Rock ~

Thunder echoed throughout Casterly Rock, lightning flashing across the sky as torrents of rain were unleashed from the heavens and waves taller than some castles ran against the walls of the mountain the proud castle stood on. It was as if the world was being washed away, such was the magnitude of the storm, and yet the cries of a woman could still be heard, above all the noise of the tempest.

It seemed as if a warrior from the heavens itself was descending, such was the magnitude of the storm. And this was the case as the new Queen, Cersei Baratheon nee Lannister was giving birth today.

On Tywin's insistence, the wedding and bedding of Robert and Cersei had occurred at Casterly Rock. Cersei was happy that her dream of being Queen was finally coming through, but her happiness did not last long, especially when at the end of their coupling, Robert said, "Lyanna." She had never been so humiliated in her life and vowed to hate Robert. But she did not expect what happened next.

His seed had taken and as such here she was 9 months later, in Casterly Rock, giving birth to the son of the man she despised.

Cersei's screams filled the birthing chamber. She had laboured for twelve hours, the pain excruciating, but finally the child was emerging from her womb. Midwives crowded around the Queen, jostling each other as they cared for her, mopping up blood and wiping the sweat from her forehead.

"Push Your Grace! Push!" Cersei instinctively followed the commands of the midwives, screaming in agony as she finally pushed the babe from her body. As she did so, there was a huge crash of thunder as a bolt of lightning lit up the room, the noise deafening the women inside.

The cries of the baby replaced the screams of agony, as a midwife cradled the baby in her arms, checking for any signs of problems with the birth. Satisfied, the midwife carefully placed the newborn-babe in its mother's arms, smiling as she did so.

"Congratulations Your Grace. It's a boy." The midwife turned to the others standing there, shooing them out to leave the Queen with her son and her brother Jaime.

A smile spread across Cersei's face, despite the exhaustion and pain she was experiencing, as she reached for the swaddling-cloth covering the babe's face.

The babe was in one word, absolutely beautiful. Anyone with a pair of eyes could see how handsome he would be once he grew up. Looks like he had inherited the Valyrian beauty his ancestors were known for. Seeing his black hair, her smile faltered a little, but when the babe opened his eyes and looked at her as if she was an interesting specimen, her heart melted.

Eyes as green as the brightest emerald stared right back at her and at that moment, she made a decision. She may hate Robert, but she would never hate her son. Because that is who he was. HER SON. A true lion who would not hesitate to cut down his enemies and rule as the King. A smile graced her face and she traced the cheeks of her son with her finger. And when he lifted his arms and grabbed her finger with surprising strength for a baby, she laughed.

He was truly the best of both her and Robert. A Lannister and a Baratheon. The best of both worlds.

Moments later, the door burst open and in walked two people who she hated more than ever. Her father, who forced her to marry this pathetic excuse of a man, and the pathetic man himself. Lord Tywin Lannister and King Robert Baratheon had just entered the room.

He laid a massive stag for her by the bed before moving towards the bed, wanting to look at his child, something Cersei reluctantly allowed.

The moment he saw him, it was as if all the life that the rebellion had drained out of him returned back with fervour. It was his son. A true Baratheon with hair as black as the night and eyes as green as wildfire. A son he would love and care for. A prince that the realm would love. And a future king should have a name worthy of his station.

"Orys. He shall be called Orys. After the founder of my house," Robert proclaimed, raising his head to address everyone in the chamber, "and may he grow to be even greater than I. May he be a true Baratheon."