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Cersei smacked her black haired boy, he stared up at her with dashing blue eyes which only enraged Cersei for more reasons then one Jeoffry could tell that. He was too much like his father, he had attempted to go on another escapade and failed miserably once again.
"You dammed brat! Why can't you just act like the prince you are?!?!"
Jeoffry looked up at his mother, he was seething in rage but he didn't raise his voice like he usually did. "At least you Can learn, I'm going to have you locked in your room, for a week!! Hound take him away"
The Hound put his hand on the prince's back escorting him away from the exasperated murmurs cersei had broke into, the words were a broken and angry mumble.
The Hound took the black haired prince to his bed chamber, Jeoffry sat down defeatedly on his bed, the hound closed the door and leaned against the wall near the door.
Inside the room Jeoffry sat up with an arrogant smirk upon his lips.
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It had been half a year since I was reincarnated into a true born prince Jeoffry. I was bored and did a CYOA, I picked Planotos, specific reincarnation, Au world, some elemental powers, fate breaker, craftsmen, healing hands, and Ciri from the whitcher as my companion. And something special, very special.
The next moment I wake up as a black haired blue eyed Jeoffry, well not Jeoffry as I knew it. A completely different one, one that was shamed by his mother for looking like Robert, Robert had noticed this and decided to pay attention to the boy.
So I'm not a raging psychopath, but i am a calm sociopath. The memories of this life had taken over the memories of my past life, not sure why something to do with the brain, I could still remember almost everything from my past life but I had to dig for it, dig like a coal miner to find the older memories.
I went to my dresser, I threw all the useless clothes onto the ground, throwing the needed clothes onto my bed. Then I pressed down on the bottom side of the empty drawer, the opposite end tilted up ever so slightly.
I dragged out the board revealing a sheathed bastard sword, a sailors map contain most of the known world from the sunset sea to the bone mountains, a brown cloak, a black bag, and a coin purse of 20 Gold dragons.
A ship waited for me in the Harbor. My hands whipped the empty bag around, resting the strap on my shoulder and leaving the bag between my forearm and waist.
I grabbed a few sets of clothes, shoving them in the black bag alongside the coin purse. My mind guided me over to an expensive painting on a wall.
I reached back my hand and punched through it instead of hitting a hard stone wall. I swung my hand left from right clearing one of the entrances to the hidden tunnels in a dramatic motion. It was unnecessary, I did it just for the bit, and too piss off Cersei.
Before I climbed into the shoulder high hole I walked over to the balcony. There was a trough full dirt with green vines of purple flowers running all over it and up the balcony.
My bare hands reached into the cold dirt a nice relief to the always sunny kingslanding. Then I reached a warm scaley rock, my hands seeped down besides and pulled up like a man harvesting potatoes, it revealed a reddish-gold egg the size of a man's head.
It was a dragon egg, not to just any dragon but Smaug the tremendous, The golden, The hurricane.
The egg went into my bag, it was snuggly fit next to my clothes and the coin purse. I stepped back over to the exposed entrance, my hands dragged a nearby chair over. The bag would make it impossible to fit into the hole, it was promptly unstrapped and shoved ahead of me as I forced myself through the hole.
I slowly dropped the bag before rolling smoothly into the dark passage. I reattached my bag and held a palm out in the dark air. A thin constantly shifting bolt of lighting appeared in my palm, it illuminated the path ahead.
A winding steep staircase, it must be nestled between rooms. This was how varys moved around so unseen, they were built by meagor for some reason I can't remember.
I continued on down the steep path nearly slipping but I kept my footing tight against the steps. Soon I saw a light, the stairs opened up to a thin 'hallway' it was more like a crevice.
It was just large enough for me to walk with my shoulders facing the wall, not that I would submit myself to that torture. I walked down facing forward, my body at an angle. As I feared the exit a salty breeze entered my nose, then a smell of a cows pen overpowered that one, My free hand clamped down on my nose freeing me of the smell.
I emerged along a cliff face, it stared down at the Blackwater and the countless ships coming and going, it was pretty much a straight shot down Ageons hill to the harbor.
It wasn't a long trip down the cliffside. Two thirds of the way down proper steps appeared. He continued down the steps until he found himself in the outskirts of the city.
Those steps just disappeared, metaphorically, they blended in very well with the city, a pillar and some rock faces in a perfect place made it seem just so hidden. The path's exit lead straight to the Mud Gate and outside the Mud gate was the Harbor.
I shifted through the evening crowds of Kingslanding's port, making sure to avoid the patrolling city watch. They were much more alert because the master of coin, Petyr Baelish, had turned up dead a few days ago. A group of them watched a large ship sitting in the Harbor.
I walked down onto a large pier that ran along to the Harbor proper, the said Harbor was almost always bustling. These ship being watched was the one in had booked, but it would not be the one I would ride for I had bought a ship.
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