chapter 16

Years had gone since the conversation between William and his father. Time had a way of molding destinies, and in those passing years, the realm witnessed the birth of Aegon the Second.

Today, it was the day the realm celebrated the name day of Aegon the Second, William and his father were currently invited to attend the event.

On this day, the air crackled with anticipation as the golden sun rose over the vast expanse of fields surrounding their ancestral home. The castle gates swung open, revealing the figure of William astride his loyal steed, his father by his side. They were clad in the regal colors of their house, their cloaks billowing behind them as if propelled by an unseen force.

Their journey to King's Landing was interesting, to say the least. The road stretched before them, winding through verdant landscapes. The world around them seemed to come alive with each passing mile.

As they rode, the father and son exchanged stories, their voices carried by the wind. William listened intently, absorbing information about events that weren't shown in the show. William, having a unique perspective from his previous life, asked his father questions that delved into the intricate workings of House Targaryen and the politics of King's Landing.

"Father," William said, his voice tinged with curiosity. "Tell me, what should we expect from the name day hunt in King's Landing? Are there any particular customs or traditions we should be aware of?"

His father paused for a moment, considering his son's query. "Ah, my son," he replied with a knowing smile. "In King's Landing, nameday hunts hold great significance. It is a celebration of life, a spectacle where knights display their skill and prowess. The hunts are often grand affairs, with the young prince honored as the central figure."

William nodded, absorbing the information. And then asked a question that was aloof to him. But it is necessary to ask: "There are rumors that even the walls have ears. Is that right?"

His father's eyes gleamed with pride. "I always knew you were an intelligent fellow. Ever since, you've started inventing stuff! To answer your question, yes indeed. We should be cautious when we talk there."

And after a few hours. King's Landing beckoned from afar, its towering spires and bustling streets a symbol of power and intrigue. The scent of the city wafted through the air, a mélange of exotic spices and a salty sea breeze. The sound of distant laughter and clamor reached their ears, a cacophony that hinted at the vibrant tapestry of life within the city walls.

Finally, the gates of King's Landing loomed before them, guarded by stoic sentinels in gleaming armor. They were welcomed with open arms, their arrival announced by trumpets that echoed through the city's heart. The streets thronged with people, their faces alight with excitement as they prepared for the grand celebration.

William and his father dismounted their steeds, their journey reaching its climax as they stepped foot into the heart of the city. The atmosphere was electric, the city pulsating with palpable energy. 

Looking at the people, William only had one thought in his mind.

That crossing into this world wasn't a mistake.