Almost every self insert fanfiction you could read on the Internet made it seem like a person inserting themselves in the mind and body of another person was completely easy and it would have no significant drawbacks at all to the individual or even a clash of egos.
Well, after my death, I had received an experience worth both of my lifetime as the person that I was became someone else, mixed together into the current me.
It was bad, I had difficulties separating both set of my memories, and I was delirious from most of my insurgence.
But my other self, the other one that had come from another world after dying had been the dominant one only leaving the echoes of the original Aegon and his formal personality and emotions when he was a 6 year old.
Guess what age I was inserted in, so I did the only thing I could possibly do at that age?
I had completely focused on my education and the moment I was permitted to be trained in the training yard I trained to the maximum.
Currently I had recently turned 12 year old or more pacifically in the terminology of this world two and ten.
For my name day my father king viserys had hosted a feast and a tourney.
I had squire for Ser Criston Cole for the entire tourney and to the surprise of no one with a decent amount of intelligence Ser Criston Cole had won both the joust and Melee.
Regardless, I enjoy the celebrations, even if I had to eat next to three mongrel bastards. Nevertheless I think he had me some connections and friends throughout these events that my father constantly hosted and more allies for my future Ascension as it was easy for me as the oldest son of the king to make several "friends" of sons several important Lord and knight.
The moment I turned 15 I plan to travel throughout the seven kingdoms as unfortunately, my father would not allow a 12 year-old to travel throughout the realm.
-later-
Despite my insurgence to this world I have not been given a "golden finger" a cheat that could help me win the eventual Civil War in 10 years or at least help me kill Daemon before the war.
At least I had thought until I started my martial training and the moment I had accidentally claim the dragon Sunfyre.
Originally, I had wanted to claim Vermithor but the moment I had went to the dragonpit sunfyre had immediately went up to me and without my consent had created a bond between us as the little fucker had essentially forced claim on me.
My anger only lowered once I felt the bond between us and the pure love coming from Sunfyre as the bond between rider and dragon made both mentally and emotionally connected as both could feel each other's emotions and thoughts.
Regardless I had felt an incredible boost in my magic and martial skill that last one already being disgustingly high for someone, my age as Aegon apparently had a great talent for the sword.
It kind of made me wonder how good Canon Aegon and viserys would've been if they both weren't just fat fuck.
Forgetting about that useless I focus back on the world around me as I had a cup of wine in my hand standing next to Aemond as I hear the funeral ceremony as Ser Vaemond had a whole speech about the Laena Velaryon went to a long voyage she would never return from and much other nonsense that the nobles of this world tell themselves to make themselves feel special, however at the end as Ser Vaemond I enjoyed his comments about the importance of velaryon blood it pureness and trueness directly and my sister and bastard nephews.
I contain the urge of laughter with a great difficulty.
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Simply a small snippet if I ever feel like reusing this idea I can simply create a full rewrite chapter dedicated to this.