Dramon, the name given to him by the parents of this life. He was reincarnated into the world of A Song of Ice and Fire, in a minor knightly house as a third son. Only the first son inherited this petty keep located in the rainwood.
As he deliberated his lot in life standing in front of the palisade, which is the fence made of half rotting woods, he saw the same fate to his life here if he didn't take drastic measures.
If I need to make anything of myself I should use my knowledge of the future, but How?
This was the million dollar question he was wrestling with all this time. A world where people believe in magic-perhaps rightly,prophecies,wood witches, and myriad other superstitions, if his knowledge came to fore, he would either be worshipped as the envoy of the gods or condemned as the spawn of the demon.
He couldn't rely on such longshots, if he needed to get a better life he had to do it the good old fashioned way- he had to get out of his house and follow the path of his house's founder, Ser Edric the Gray, a hedge knight who acquired his territory by committing a great deed.
He made up his mind and went to the head of the household, his father - Lord Gared Wyce.
He bowed to his father, who sat at the highest table of the grayfern table, and spoke.
"Father, I am almost a man grown, I want to go outside and follow in the footsteps of our ancestor."
"Son, I won't sugarcoat it. My holdings can't support all of you. It is the best decision you'll ever make in the interest of our house. I'll let you pick five retainers from my lands."
"I am grateful to you, father."
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King Robert Baratheon ruled the seven kingdoms in the current era. As a result of the long summer, the realm enjoyed unprecedented plenty and prosperity, and the King held many tourneys and gave generous rewards for the knights who excelled in these tourneys. Thus Dramon decided to participate in these tourneys to make his seed money for his ventures of the future.
He assembled 5 retainers with his family's help, four fourth sons of Wyce family retainers and one steward, every single one of them were budding youth with their dreams burning brightly in their eyes, except the steward.
Lanner Storm, the steward, stepped forward. "I have heard that House Swann of the Stonehelm is going to host a jousting and hunting tourney in honor of their second son coming of age ceremony. I suggest we should head there first."
Dramon nodded. " I have no problems with it. Olynd, Derrin, Aden, Greg, are you fine with it?"
"We have no problem with it, Sire." They voiced their approval in unison, then Olynd continued. "Leave the hunting tourney to me, Sire. I'll make sure we will not in any way come short against anyone else."
He did have the right to voice that opinion, even if it reeked of arrogance. He was the best tracker and bowman in the forests of the Wyce lands.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's leave as soon as possible." Bellowed Dramon.