Trueborn – Game of Thrones Fanfic

He should have died. In another life, the firstborn son of Robert Baratheon and Cersei Lannister was a footnote: a black-haired babe taken by fever before his first name day, and the first crack in a marriage that would one day bring down a kingdom. In this one, he lived. Alyn Baratheon grows up in the Red Keep carrying a dead man's memories and a story he was never meant to know. He knows the secrets that should have drowned the realm in blood. He knows the schemers who smile in the halls while they sharpen their knives. He knows the kings who will fall, the houses that will burn, and the betrayals waiting at every turn. But knowing the story isn't the same as living it. Every move he makes sends ripples through a world that has already begun to change. Old enemies take new shapes. Friends become strangers, strangers become allies, and the game of thrones twists into something no one, not even Alyn, can predict. In the shadows of the court, someone is watching the prince who knows too much. Across the narrow sea, old blood stirs, and old debts wait to be paid in fire. Alyn can rewrite history. But the dead do not read history. Beyond the Wall, beneath a winter that may never end, something ancient is waking. It doesn't care whose son he is, or whose throne he'll inherit. It cares only that the living are warm, and it is cold. Winter is not coming. It is already here. (The official story is only posted on Royal Road and Scribble Hub.) — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Trueborn – Game of Thrones Fanfic — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠