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Being A Manderly Was Not What I Was Expecting (ASOIAF)

When a dead man was expecting to go to heaven, he suddenly finds himself in the world of ice and fire. And only with some minimal help from the one who sent him there. But at least he knows the world and has his memories. Lets follow him on his adventure. All of it from the world to most of the characters belong to George R.R. Martin. Only the OCs and the differences belong to me. Have a good reading.

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All of it from the world to most of the characters belong to George R.R. Martin. Only the OCs and the differences belong to me. Have a good reading.

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One Year Later

It has been a year since I was reborn or was born in this place. Over the year I think that I accomplished much. Normal babies start crawling between 6-9 month of their life. I did the same in my 4th month here. I thing I could do better than that but my body was holding me back so much. A baby's structure was so much different than an adult's.

Getting this body under control took a while but I was rewarded for my efforts. Because by the 5th month came I was already walking. I would be speaking as well but a 5 months old babies voice cords was not as developed. Anyway I was drinking all the milk both from my mother and wetnurse. Even the Maester Harmond was surprised by my appetite. It seems that he has never seen a baby eat/drink so much before.

Yes sometimes I vomit because I ate or drink too much. But all the babies vomit. The neat part is I don't drown in my vomit in case I vomit. So another problem solved. But I think everyone is a bit surprised by my doings. Or maybe that is because I don't cry much.

Yes, much. Sometimes I need to cry to let them know I peed or pooped. And to let them know I am hungry. Or else I would die from the smell poisoning. Maybe not since I have the extraordinary health power. But I would not want to test it. Because the smell is irritating. I hope that in the smallest time frame I will deal with holding those guys. I mean even Hodor can hold right? I mean the doors... Sorry Hodor.

Anyway over the rest of the year, I kept running, exploring places, raiding the Maester Harmond's tower for books. And there really are interesting things to read. At least unlike the first month I don't stare at the ceiling gods know for how long. Except for trying to speak when I am alone. I think in a year I can speak normally as an adult. But it would be scary for others to be honest. So I will wait for a few years to speak like an adult

But the most important thing that I learned was I had an uncle and a cousin who was named Robert Manderly. It seems that he was the same age as me. But unfortunately his father was away with my father and his mother died when she gave birth to him. So the wetnurses amd my mother was taking care of him. And when I had nothing to do I was playing with him. He would be my right hand if I could make him see me like a big brother. Unfortunately he was too young to accompany me for now.

Oh and in the first month I saw myself in the glass mirror for the first time. And I must say I was as ugly as the every other baby born. Like the demons who crawl out of the depths of the seven hells. Well I crawl out of a deep hole but that is not the point. As the months went by I started to look cuter and cuter like the other babies. But the other babies didn't know how to use that cuteness.

Using my cuteness I made everyone in New Castle adore me. Especially the women, they couldn't resist my baby charms. By the end of the year I heard from my mother that Blackfyre Rebellion was over. And father was returning home. And in a few a month he would be home by sea.

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1 Month Later

My father's flagship could be seen from the New Castle. The castle was on top of the hill inside White Harbour's city walls. And right from the door I could see it. It was docked in the seperate harbour for our warships. I, my mother, maester, many servants and the men-at-arms was all in the courtyard waiting for the victorious men who was coming from the war.

After a few minutes of waiting, knights, our vassals and other men-at-arm who knows how to horse-ride. And finally a semi luxurious caravan came into the courtyard. And some knights went to the caravan to open the doors and help the man out inside the caravan.

Who came out was a man who was clearly injured and very pale. Seeing him like that my mother ran to him worriedly. Asking questions to him. After comforting her a bit with the help of the knights we went back in. After he was helped to his bedchambers, only I, mother, father, Maester Harmond and who I assumed was my uncle Mandon Manderly as my father called him stayed.

Maester Harmond inspected him for a few minutes. And it seems that he was stabbed at the back of his knee and in his guts. But it was already treated. According to my uncle it has been weeks ago. Yet he was not healing. Maester Harmond said that his wounds may be infected. And kicked us out of the room.

As much as I know in this world the healthcare was shit. That is why I had not much hope for him. "So you are my nephew huh?" Said uncle good naturedly. I nodded my head. I could say 'yes uncle' or something like that but I didn't want to be seen as unnatural. He picked me up. "Lets go to my son, nephew. I have been meaning to meet him for so long." He said and we went to my cousin. But my mother stayed behind. After a few hours I left them and went to sleep.

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1 Month Later

My father was still alive but he was getting weaker. But it seems like Lord Stark heard of what happened and decided come here himself to make sure there would not be any unpleasantness when father died. The day he came here he went to my father's chambers and a few hours later my mother, uncle, Maester Harmond and I was called. To be honest I don't understand why he would call a 1 year old child. But nevermind.

After all of us were sat, me on my mother's lap, and father almost out of it. I assume that would be the effect of the milk of the poppy, "I came here to talk to my old friend here and discuss the succession. I know the laws are clear. But I want to make it clearer. Little Willard here will inherit his father's lands when he comes of age at six and ten. Until then the regent will be Lady Lyessa Manderly nee Flint. When Willard is old enough he will be a page and a squire for Lord Mandon Manderly." Lord Stark said. And waited a few seconds for us digest it.

Then he continued again. "He will be betrothed to my daughter Berenna. I already talked about all of this with Wender with Maester Harmond as a witness. And we both signed on it. They will marry when both of them comes of age. Is there anything you would object in this?"

"No My Lord we understand." Said both uncle and mother. While I was thinking of the game Lord Stark played. 'With one move he will be putting her daughter as a lady in here when White Harbour' lord is of age. And he will be making his grandchildren his vassal's heirs and his own vassal in time. Smart indeed. I guess it was only Ned's generation who was crazy for honor. This man, Beron Stark was ambitious.

I was amused and content with this. With her daughter married to me I will gain an advantage over the other northern lords and a voice in winterfell. It was awesome."If you don't have a question or objection to this, I would like to leave you alone with Wender. Maester says he is not long for this world." Said Lord Stark. With that said he left us in the room. Two days later Father was dead. With the funeral done Lord Stark left White Harbour with his retinue. And ravens carrying condolonce letters kept arriving for weeks from all over the North and one from the Iron Throne.

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