Chapter 1: The Dragon in the Cradle
[POV: Jack Miller / Prince Raegon]
Jack Miller died on a dirt path in Kandahar. Dust mixed with his blood as the bomb took him. Fourteen years a Navy SEAL, fourteen years of training his body and mind. He'd seen the worst, pushed himself to the limit, and found a strange peace in combat. Then, he was gone.
He expected darkness. Instead, he got blinding light, a crushing pressure, then a sudden push into a world he couldn't grasp. He felt tiny, impossibly vulnerable, yet his mind screamed. Memories flashed: gunfights, mission briefings, then muffled sounds, and the warm, distinct smell of... birth.
His first feeling was a gentle, loving touch. A woman gasped, tired but happy. A man's proud, loud voice. He was bundled, warm, and the air hit his tiny lungs, cold. He was alive. But he wasn't Jack Miller.
A clear thought, startlingly sharp for a baby, formed in his head. A voice, deep and powerful, beyond anything human. It called itself ROB.
"Don't be afraid, human. Your life was cut short, but you're meant for more. A world is about to fall apart. You can change it. You wished for powers, and you shall have them."
Then came the flood of knowledge, fast and painful. All of it. He knew the lore of Westeros, the Targaryens, the prophecies, the very fabric of this new reality. He knew it because in his past life, he had read every A Song of Ice and Fire book and watched every episode of Game of Thrones. He knew King Jaehaerys I, the old king, in his final years. He knew Prince Viserys, his new father, and Lady Aemma Arryn, his new mother. He knew of the tragic death of Prince Baelon in 100 AC. He knew his sister, Rhaenyra, would be born soon. He knew about the bloody civil war, the Dance of the Dragons. He knew about the White Walkers, the Long Night. He knew everything.
"And your wishes," ROB's voice boomed again, "are now granted. You asked for the tools you need."
Three distinct feelings filled him, settling into his very core.
First, a deep hum filled his bones. An instant understanding of fighting. When a maester later placed a small, silver rattle in his tiny hand, he knew exactly how to break it, where its weak points were. This was the Right Hand of God - Master of All Weapons. Every weapon, from a simple knife to a dragon's fire, he instantly understood. He knew their strengths, their flaws, how to use them perfectly. He was a born warrior.
Second, a strong energy flowed through his tiny veins. He felt his bones growing stronger, his nascent organs purifying. He knew his body was changing. This was the Super Soldier Body. It promised him peak human strength, speed, and endurance, pushed to near-human limits. He would heal fast, be immune to sickness and common poisons, and have super senses. He would be perfect, tough, and tireless.
Third, a strange feeling linked him to the world around him. He heard a pigeon cooing outside the window and instantly understood its simple thoughts about the sun. He felt the nervous energy of the midwives. This was the Left Hand of God - Beast Speaker. He could now talk to any animal, understand them, and give them commands. They would be his eyes, his ears, his silent helpers.
His birth was fast. The midwives, and his mother Aemma, gasped as he came out, a healthy baby boy with deep lilac eyes, like ancient Targaryens. He cried out, a powerful sound for a newborn. His father, Prince Viserys, held him, tears in his eyes.
"A son!" Viserys choked out, full of joy. "A strong, beautiful son! A true Dragon!"
Aemma, tired but smiling, reached out. "He has the blood of the Dragon, my love. Pure and true."
Raegon, the SEAL now a prince, knew why they saw it. His blood, the purest Targaryen blood ever, was part of ROB's plan. He wasn't just a prince; he was a sign.
He was the first child of Prince Viserys and Lady Aemma. Born from their first pregnancy. The true heir to the heir. Prince Raegon Targaryen.
King Jaehaerys I, the Old King, was living out his last years on the Iron Throne in 100 AC. Unaware of the true power in his great-grandson, but feeling something special, he watched young Prince Raegon. The game of thrones was about to change.
[End POV: Jack Miller / Prince Raegon]
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