Friday 1 January First Moon 273AC
I'm not too sure how to begin even writing this... diaries are a new concept for me.
Yet it in my current situation, it's rather imperative I write down these thoughts I simply refuse forget this knowledge.
Right, I should begin with who I am now and almost certainly who I was before. My name is Aelyx Targaryen, formerly Alex Evans native of one city called London, now I'm a prince in what I thought was a fantasy novel.
Anyway I am now Prince Aelyx Targaryen of The Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, second born of Aerys Targaryen II. Yes that Aerys "the Mad King" even now the madness is within him, I can see it in that mans eyes... I refuse to call him my father none of these people are my family they're all monsters save perhaps Queen Rhaella my "Mother".
Now can you imagine what it's like as someone mentally twenty-eight stuck in the body of a mere six year old child add in the pressures of nobility, Westeros itself and a not so stable father. It has not been an exactly carefree second chance at life, yet I cannot help be appreciative of the chance and most definitely the... talents I've been blessed with by whatever deity sent me here.
The opportunities this has granted me are not to be overstated, I've gained a new thirst for knowledge, especially that of which is magical in nature. The East calls for me.
Yeen, Asshai, the Isle of Toads, High Tower, the Five Forts, Leng, the Thousand Islands, Ib, the Hidden City, K'Dath, Gogossos and even Carcosa. I must... I must simply see all these mysterious lands, learn their magic and satisfy my own curiosity that the books would have never answered. I am however not a fool, the resources my ambitions require are rather immense and frankly I cannot even begin to gather them in my current state, no for now I've hidden away portions of gold I've received hidden in the loose mortar bricks underneath my bed. It's not much but it's a start and I have plenty of time before Roberts Rebellion, nine years may not seem like a long time but it will be enough with adequate planning.
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The universe or perhaps some deity has blessed me with a supernatural degree of charisma I've never seen or had before... perhaps it's simply a byproduct of not being from this world? I can speculate at a later date, either way it makes my goals much easier and for that I'm grateful.
I had considered that just maybe I shouldn't write this down on parchment, maybe someone would discover these writings and gain information they shouldn't have. Then I discovered that the Common Tongue while similar to English, this worlds writing system is not the modern equivalent I'm used to making this journal practically illegible to all people but me. It would take a dedicated maester months or even years to fully decode this to their archaic system. With my fears removed I can write this all down in confidence that to the average servant who may find this book, it is imply the scribbles of the strange child they see me as.
Speaking or well writing of servants, they talk about me behind my back as if I cannot hear them? Adults underestimate children, how typical. They call me strange, cold and even touched by the Stranger. The royal court and the lords do as well, it does not bother me however. Why should the rumours and gossip bother me? I have no interest in the throne nor land or titles. Well I already know how it ends. I will be nowhere near this continent when Tywin Lannister rides through the gate of King's Landing as it burns. I will be gone too the wind like a phantom, perhaps the stag will send knives to hunt me down, I doubt it though I shall be long gone. The people of Westeros can deal with The Others and their Night King. They did it thousands of years ago, they can do it again.
I shall end this entry here, my candle grows dim and the guard should arrive soon to escort me to dinner. Aerys is facing a period of lucidity at the moment, he acts as perhaps a normal father at the moment. It's almost a matter of time till he fully snaps and slips into the dragon's madness.
It is only a matter of time.
