NOVEL NEXT Chapter 2: Chapter-2
Aryan's POV
Man, I still can't believe this happened. Not the pregnancy part—that was sort of expected after that cursed night I accidentally overheard their nightly activities—but the whole Stark and Lannister part.
This all began when I was back on Earth, the "normal" one.
One moment, I was going through my day, the familiar routine of school, homework, and sleep stretching out before me. The next, everything shattered in a blinding flash of pain and chaos. I remember the screech of tires, the sudden impact as the truck hit me. There was no time to react—just a rush of agony followed by darkness.
When I woke up, it wasn't to the familiar sights and sounds I had expected. Instead, I found myself in a strange, serene place, floating in a void of soft, warm light. The pain was gone, replaced by a profound sense of calm. As I looked around, trying to make sense of this new reality, a voice spoke from nowhere and everywhere at once.
"Is he the one?" a distant voice asked, followed by murmurs.
I was confused and disoriented, but a deep sense of acceptance washed over me. I realized that my previous life was over and prepared myself for whatever awaited me.
It was kind of freaky that how easily i accepted my death. All Fifteen years of life lived, just gone. Hell I can't even remember my name, my parents, no nothing. How am I not freaking out already. I have this sudden calm thats seem unsettling, how curious, how very curious indeed.
As the light enveloped me, I felt myself being drawn toward something, as though a force was calling me. I braced myself for whatever might come next.
Suddenly, I woke up in this new life. I felt a gentle pressure and warmth surrounding me. I was snugly encased in a soft, rhythmic embrace, feeling a steady heartbeat and a soothing squeeze. Gradually, the pressure increased, guiding me toward a burst of light.
Emerging through a narrow passage, I was met with cool air and a flood of new sensations. My vision cleared to reveal welcoming faces, and I was gently cradled in warm, comforting arms. The transition was intense and exhilarating, marking the beginning of a fresh, new existence.
A large man with stubble approached, taking me into his arms. "You shall be Aryan Markus Stark," he declared, his voice deep and resonant. "Future heir to House Stark and its vassal houses, Romanov and Reed."
That was quite a shocker. For a moment, I thought I'd been reincarnated into Westeros.
After three full days, I saw something that confirmed where I was. While the nanny was changing my diapers, I noticed a small creature stumble into view. It looked remarkably like if Dobby the house-elf had a very unfortunate offspring with another equally unattractive creature—hopefully a female Dobby.
A few Weeks later, while I was spending quality time breastfeeding, my mother began telling me about our family and house.
Apparently, we were members of the main and only branch of House Stark in a Harry Potter universe.
We shared the same house sigil (the Direwolf) and the same house words: "Winter is Coming." I mean come on, be something original.
This new me has a mother named Joanna Stark (née Lannister), a father named Markus Stark, a boisterous grandfather named Adrian Stark, and me, Aryan Markus Stark.
We also have our chief of staff, Sebastian Romanov, head of the Romanov family and one of the two personal assistants to my grandfather.
Old man Sebastian, in his sixties, has a very butler-like appearance, always dressed in formal clothing with an air of dignified servitude. After his wife's passing, he dedicated all his time to our business and work, leaving his son, Artem Romanov, to manage their house.
Then there is Benjamin Reed, our head of security—though I'm not entirely sure what he does, he's around a lot. He's really fun and often takes me around the castle to show me the sights.
And yes, I live in a freaking castle now—Winterfell. (Come on, at least show some creativity in naming!)
Although not structured or shaped like its Westerosi counterpart, it is still as beautiful, if not more so.
From what Uncle Ben (he insists I call him that, though he's older than my grandfather and I cant speak yet) has shown me, the castle is well-kept and stunning.
Uncle Ben married a Muggle-born witch named Emma Watson (a real shocker at first), and they have a half-blood son named Henry Reed and a daughter-in-law named Callidora Reed (née Black).
As I grew up, I learned more about our status, heritage, and might.
Currently, the Stark-Lannister alliance is the strongest both economically and in terms of manpower and magical strength.
My grandfather, who reminds me of Garp from One Piece, was a champion duelist for years, along with my other grandfather—well, great-grandfather, really—from my mother's side, Cornelius Lannister. They faced each other in the finals several times, each having multiple wins and draws, igniting a sense of rivalry rather than enmity, unlike our ancestors.
Apparently, before my mom married my dad, a Lannister and a Stark had never been in the same room without clawing at each other —they still fight and bicker, my grandpas—but it's more out of habit than real hostility.
Which is surprising, considering both houses are said to share a common origin from the same ancient lineage.
This new life of mine is definitely interesting, to say the least.