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Blood And Iron (ASOIAF/GoT)

Reincarnation is not bad, says someone who has gone through the process several times, there are only certain occasions that you die at the moment you are born or have a long and boring life as a servant of some noble, the most normal is to reincarnate as the 99%, but when I finally had the opportunity to reincarnate as the center of political power, a European king, fate played a cruel joke on me, sending me to Westeros, the land of treachery and intrigue, luckily I was not transported alone, but sometimes I think it would have been better if I had come alone. Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones or Asoiaf. Disclaimer II:Some stories will feature topics such as torture, rape, sexism and xenophobia. These topics do not represent me, I only seek to give the most historical perspective possible to the social relations of a medieval era. Disclaimer III:I don't speak English, I am in the process of learning, so I will make several grammatical mistakes, any help on the lexicon is accepted, I am not a person so deeply versed in the lore of GoT

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The secret of the Prussians

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POV of Jon Arryn, seventh moon 284 AC

''You can thank me later, Lord Arryn,'' said Lord Hohenzollern.

That was the day before. It had been two days since the archery tournament, where feasts had been held every day, but the day before, Robert had decided that he wanted to participate in the melee tournament.

As much as I tried to change his mind, Robert was determined to participate because he wanted to measure himself against the Prussian knights, and this was his golden opportunity.

I was worried that something had happened to Robert. Any rumor of something happening to the king could provoke a new civil war in the kingdom, but it seemed that Robert would not change his mind.

But Robert accepted an invitation to a conversation with the lord of the Prussians, and at the end of this meeting, Robert left incredibly drunk. The Prussians had to carry him back to his quarters.

And today, on the day of the melee tournament, Robert had a horrible hangover, and getting him out of bed was almost as difficult as convincing him not to participate in the tournament.

Obviously, Robert was very irritable, didn't even want to participate in the feast, and just wanted to sleep.

Although I don't like to see Robert drunk, this ''help'' from the Prussian lord was welcome, as I believe he is also concerned about what might happen to Robert.

As usual, food and liquor were distributed, and then the Prussian cooks brought out some of their cuisine, which was very well received by all the lords. There was even more excitement for the Prussian food than for the typical feast dishes.

And we moved to the tournament fields, where there were already hundreds of knights fighting in the preliminary rounds, among them many knights without lords looking for a chance at land or prize money.

We began to take up our assigned positions and waited for the tournament to begin.

Robert was thrilled about this, even though he was not going to participate as he was not fit, but he still wanted to see the Prussian knights fight.

Although we have seen these training sessions of the Teutonic order, it was very different to see him in a real battle than in a controlled training place.

Lord Hohenzoller arrived with his escort, and at Robert's personal invitation, he took a seat close to the king to watch the tournament.

As was characteristic of the tournaments, the participants were divided into groups according to their origin so that the prize, in the worst case, would be taken by someone from their region and not from another group.

Knights from the Stormlands, the Western Lands, the Vale, the Riverlands, Dorne, the Reach, and the Crownlands were divided into large groups, although there were also some men from the North and the Iron Islands. They were very small groups and did not have much chance of winning the tournament. However, despite the regional divisions, all the participants shared the same passion for the competition and were willing to give their all to win the prize.

Robert authorized the start, and the groups of knights charged at each other.

Within seconds, the sound of steel clashing against steel filled the air as the knights engaged in a fierce battle. The spectators screamed and cheered for their favorites, creating an atmosphere full of excitement.

Not even five minutes had passed when there was one group that stood out above the rest, and that was the Prussian Teutonic Knights, who were defeating their opponents with an impressive speed and a dexterity in the handling of their weapons that took the breath away from everyone present. Their coordination and discipline were evident, giving them a clear advantage on the battlefield.

The Teutonics had members who were very tall; Charles was one of them; obviously, Prussians are taller than most people.

That was something that was explained to me, Lord Hohenzollern: that the population of their lands was large enough that they had the luxury of choosing who to recruit and who not to recruit, which always allowed them to have tall, muscular, healthy men in their armies, and when the Prussians arrived, they brought the best of them with them.

Amidst the war cries and the sound of swords clashing against armor, the Prussians demonstrated their physical superiority on the battlefield. Their imposing stature and strength gave them a considerable advantage over their enemies, allowing them to dominate the fray with ease.

A large number of defeated nobles and knights were gathering in the area of the Prussians and were beginning the part whereby many staked their lives in such tournaments, and that was the reward for freeing a noble.

Although most of the hedge knights being captured meant the end if they could not afford to pay their ransom, their armor would remain as a guarantee.

The fighting continues, and one of the altercations of recent cultures arose: Prussians versus Dornish. The moment they met, they forgot about each other and started fighting each other.

The combat between the knights was fierce; although the weapons were blunt, the strength of their users was still felt in their blows, and more than a few Dornish began to bleed from their wounds caused by the powerful blows of the Teutonic axes and maces. The battle became chaotic, with Prussian and Dornish knights fighting fiercely without mercy. War cries and the metallic clang of weapons filled the air as both sides struggled to prove their bravery and skill in combat.

Although the physical and equipment differences were abysmal between them, the Prussian gothic armor of the Teutonic order was made by the best Prussian smiths, making use of the best steel available in the kingdom, which gave them an advantage in strength and protection. On the other hand, the Dornians relied on their dexterity and agility to compensate for their lack of heavy armor.

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'Hell, I should be there'' Robert said between a mixture of happiness and annoyance as he watched the battle from a distance, but circumstances did not allow him to join the fight.

He was about to respond when a loud bang was felt in the structure from where we watched the fight.

Robert got up from his seat and looked down, and I went to watch as well.

It appeared that a Teutonic knight had knocked two Dornish against the wall, causing the loud bang, which caused the structure to shake.

"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...that's going to hurt tomorrow," Robert said as he looked at the dornish men who had remained motionless where they had been beaten.

Acts like these were happening all over the tournament grounds, where the Prussians were physically imposing themselves on all their opponents with an ease that did not seem normal. Every Teutonic knight seemed to have the strength of two or more men.

"What kind of training must your knights undergo to be so strong?'' I asked Lord Hohenzollern, who was watching the battle.

''The order has both mental and physical training that seeks to separate as quickly as possible the wheat from the chaff, and only the strongest and most disciplined become Teutonic knights'', answered Lord Hohenzollern.

Lord Hohenzollern thought for a moment before he spoke again.

''But there is an obvious physical difference between us from the day we are born,'' said Lord Hohenzollern.

''What do you mean,'' said Robert, turning to look at the young Prussian.

''I suppose it's easier to show than to talk...dagger'' said Lord Hohenzollern to one of his guards.

The knight behind him handed him his dagger, which was incredibly sharp, and he ran the blade against his skin, although the steel cut with difficulty the skin of the Prussian lord, leaving a small wound through which blood flowed.

''a cloth,'' said Lord Hohenzollern.

Wilhelm wiped off the blood and showed how the wound he had previously had on his hand had closed.

Robert, the nearby guests, and I were stunned to see what had happened.

''How?'' said Robert.

''How is it possible that the wound has closed so quickly?'' I asked, surprised.

''The almighty chose those who should rule in his name and gave them his blessings, the nobles; these blessings are a token of his love for us, giving us more endurance and strength to face any adversity'' said Lord Hohenzollern.

''Ah...that's why they are so strong?'' said Robert, a little insecure, scratching his beard.

''And when were you planning to tell us something so important, Lord Hohenzollern'' I was a little worried about this information.

''As you understand, I am a very studious person, and one of my favorite subjects is history, since whoever ignores his history is condemned to repeat it. What happened with the first nobles was a disgrace; the people of the time thought that they were a deception of the devil and it was simply witchcraft, and many of those blessed by our lord were burned in the same way that the mad king eliminates his enemies. I hope you understand that there was a concern on my part before the reactions that you could have'' said Lord Hohenzollern with a small smile.

''then you are stronger and more resistant from birth....Thank your god'' I said, hesitating a little bit.

''Well, there are some nobles that are most loved by God; they have differences; they can be stronger, more intelligent, have higher fertility, or other things; others have less blessings; but I guess the most important thing is our long life and the slowness of our aging'' said Lord Hohenzollern in a very calm way.

''Wait, how old is Charles? He looks like he is in his twenties, almost reaching his thirties,'' said Robert.

''King Robert, have you forgotten that he is my master? Do you think my father would put a young man as a tutor to the one who would inherit the crown of kings in Prussia? Charles is fifty-eight years old,'' said Lord Hohenzollern with a smile.

''He's almost as old as you jon,'' Robert said.

Lord Hohenzollern tried to contain his laughter.

''By our standards, he is not old'' replied Lord hohenzollern.

''And...how old are you, Lord Hohenzollern?'' I said, looking at the Prussian lord.

''it's rude to ask my age, I'll just say that I'm young Lord Arryn, so people who think I'm a child by Westerosi standards wouldn't be wrong, ha,ha,ha'' said Lord Hohenzollern.

I was stunned for a few seconds.

''Well, you folks are always full of surprises. Let's say if I follow your religion, would your god bless me?'' asked Robert, very interested.

''It doesn't work like that. King Robert, the almighty, blessed the bloodlines; only through blood can you obtain his blessing, that is to say, sons. For generations, it has been sought to unite the strongest bloodlines among them, since many marriages have not only the purpose of the alliance but also to find more characteristics to their lineage...in a certain way seeking to increase the number of years they can live'' said Lord Hohenzollern.

''And how long does one of those whom your god has chosen live? ''I inquired.

''It is difficult to know for sure; most of the nobility die young for seeking glory in combat, here in the seven kingdoms...that one over there, the one with the dog in his arms... Helmuth von Bock is over two hundred and fifty years old, one of the oldest nobles in the kingdom, but the documented case that has lived the longest was a priest who lived to be three hundred and forty-two...'''said Lord Hohenzollern.

''Shit, and I thought Arryn was old; that man is almost as old as the throne of the Seven Kingdoms itself'' said Robert in surprise.

''Exactly the ones fighting down there are veterans; you won't see anyone under forty fighting down there'' said Lord Hohenzollern, pointing to the battlefield where the Teutonic knights were prevailing.

Although she was silent all the time, Cersei got up in a hurry and probably retired to tell her father everything.

Robert turned his attention back to watching the battle that was reaching its climax. He watched as the Teutonic knights moved with skill and bravery, fighting as if their lives depended on it. He admired the determination and experience of those men who had spent decades honing their skills on the battlefield.

''Lord Arryn'' said Lord Hohenzollern.

''What is it, Lord Hohenzollern?'' I said, looking at the young Prussian.

''Just to apologize for the headache you will probably have to endure for the faith of the seven, who will probably call us demons, so I have a proposal that will interest you greatly'' said the smiling Prussian lord.

''I am all ears to any proposal that will benefit us'' I replied, smiling back.

''Not to sin of pride, but I consider that we are going to win many of the tournaments. You know, the Prussians like to train and compete constantly. Let's say that those prizes and the money obtained from the ransom of the nobles and knights are given to the crown to finance a project of remodeling the sewage system of the city that should considerably improve the terrible stench of the same'' said Lord Hohenzollern without stopping looking at the tournament field.

''We would be talking about a great deal of gold and silver, but knowing you don't give a needle without thread, what's the trick?'' I replied to the Prussian.

''ha,ha,ha,ha,I like that you start to know how I work. It is simple: the workers are part of my territory. I have seven crews of workers ready to start the job if you accept it. We probably have to demolish some buildings if they are unstable, but the work should be fast and efficient. Also, I have contacts with suppliers of building materials who can offer us competitive prices to save on costs, especially now that if you check your paperwork, you will know where it comes from,'' said Lord Hohenzollern.

''The Lannisters...well, when can you start?'' I asked the Prussian lord.

''Next week, I will send some of my men to study the sewers, and we will see what we can do to fix the chaos below the city, answered Lord Hohenzollern.

''Well, Robert, what do you think of the idea'' I said, looking at the king, who was completely focused on watching the fight.

''Yes, yes, perfect'' said Robert, waving his hand to stop bothering him.

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