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Opening his confused eyes, he felt the soft comfort of a bed and the scent of fresh roses. Confused and disorientated, his vision was blurred, like a dream.
Faint sunlight streamed in through the window, casting strange shadows in the room. His gaze adjusted to the light, revealing a familiar environment.
He was lying on a bed with smooth white sheets. his hand touched the silk, feeling the soft texture.
Next to him, a man with a grey beard and a stern face looked at him with a look of concern and relief. his eyes fixed on the man's face, searching for an explanation.
"My lord, you've finally woken up!" the man exclaimed with a reassuring smile. his voice was soft, full of compassion
"Where am I?" Otto asked, his voice hoarse and weak. confusion took over his mind
"You're in the castle, my lord. You had a very high fever and spent three days asleep," the man explained, his tone calm and gentle. he approached the bed, touching Otto's forehead gently
"Fever?" Otto repeated, the memory of the past plaguing him. his mind struggled between reality and a dream.
He remembered the cold of the blade, the blood, the pain. And now, this man was telling him that he had spent three days in a coma? his memories blurred together, forming an incomplete jigsaw puzzle.
The man, whose name was Runciter, continued: "You were found passed out in the hand tower. We believe it was a severe fever. But thank the gods you're all right now."
Otto sat up in bed, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over him. His muscles trembled, his senses were still confused.
Looking around the room, he observed the details, his gaze settling on an old wooden chest with a tapestry embroidered with mythological figures, and on the wall a small window that revealed a verdant garden.
The room was far from simple, but rather noble and cosy. The atmosphere brought a sense of peace, but not of familiarity.
He got out of bed and leaned on the headboard, his movements slow and cautious. He felt a difference in his body, a strength he hadn't felt for a long time.
His gaze fixed on a reflection in the corner of the room. The mirror showed a young man full of vitality, his smooth skin kissed by the sunlight.
Shocked, he stared at the figure and wondered what had happened to his old appearance?
He remembers dying. Being beheaded, the memories gave him chills.
But somehow he had returned to the past in a younger, more charming form.
Staring at the man with a penetrating gaze, a doubt hammered at his mind, a question that needed to be answered.
"What year is it?" he asked, his voice hoarse but firm. The doubt became a need, an eagerness to confirm his suspicions.
The Grand Maester Runciter, surprised by the sudden question, looked at Otto with an inquisitive gaze. he noticed the seriousness on the man's face and wondered why he had asked.
"The year 105, my lord," replied the Maester without hesitation. his voice was calm, but his eyes showed his curiosity.
Otto felt a shiver run down his spine. His suspicions were confirmed and a wave of emotion washed over him.
He had gone back in time, his mind filled with thoughts.
"But how?" he asked quietly, his voice trembling.
"My lord, you've been very ill. Don't you remember anything?" asked the man with a worried tone.
"No, I don't remember anything. I feel as if I've... lost my memory," Otto replied, turning over in bed and slipping into the covers. the memory of his death and confusion overwhelmed him.
"My lord, you'd better rest, you're just confused. I'll let King Viserys know about your improvement." His voice is calm, reassuring.
"Wait," Otto interrupted, his voice hoarse and full of urgency. he sat down on the bed, his eyes fixed on the Maester.
"Where is my daughter Alicent? I want to see her." His voice revealed his concern, his longing.
Runciter was surprised by the question, but tried to keep his composure. His eyes narrowed as if he were pondering the answer.
"Alicent is fine, my lord. But..." he hesitated, as if choosing his words carefully. his expression became serious, almost sombre
"She's in her room. I'm looking after her heat at the moment." He tried to be direct.
Otto felt a laugh escape his lips. His mind refused to believe what he was hearing.
"Is this a bad joke, Maester? Only animals have that," he said, his voice full of sarcasm.
"It's not a joke, my lord. Alicent is in heat and has presented herself as an alpha," replied the Maester, with a tone of seriousness. trying to explain the situation, but Otto's confusion perplexed him.
"But... what do you mean by 'alpha'?" Otto asked, his voice full of bewilderment. He tried to understand what was going on, but his mind refused to process the information.
Seeing the man's confusion, he decided to explain the situation. Runciter takes a deep breath, trying to stay calm.
"My lord, society is divided into three categories, as you well know: Alpha, Omega and Beta." He explains, seeing the man's face become more confused.
"Alpha, Omega, Beta? What exactly does that mean?" Otto asked, his mind racing. he felt lost, disconnected from the world he was in.
The maester took a deep breath and with all the patience in the world decided to explain the basics of society to the confused man. he sat on the edge of the bed with a compassionate look at Otto.
"The Alphas are the ones at the top of society who possess great physical and mental strength. Omegas are at the bottom of society and have great sensitivity and the ability to procreate. The Betas are in the middle representing the majority of the population, they don't have the strong characteristics of the Alphas or the fragility of the Omegas." He tried to explain the basics of the social structure.
Otto felt completely lost. His mind was filled with questions and doubts.
He didn't understand anything - this world had become strange and incomprehensible to him.
Otto, still stunned by the information he had just received, looked at Maester Runciter with a look of despair.
"What about you, Maester? What are you?" he asked, his voice trembling. He was looking for a reference, a point of support in the midst of the disorder.