A Song of Ass and Tits

Nathan Cox was having what seemed to be a normal day for him. He was about to watch the new episode of the Game of Thrones spinoff show House of Dragon. Ever since Nathan first saw Game of Thrones, he became obsessed with the world, devouring every piece of media he could find. The politicking, the , the fantastical, and especially the women he loved greatly. It was a great escape from the real-life world where Nathan did not have the best life. He had a small number of friends, even fewer who were girls and not much experience with them at all. In his mind he could pretend he was fucking Daenerys, Sansa, Ygritte, or whomever else he wanted in this world.

As he settled in to watch the new episode Nathan's whole life was about to change. Maybe through an accident, one of the 7 gods taking pity, or an extremely elaborate dream, whatever the reason it did not matter. Nathan was no longer in his living room or even in our world. He was in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire.

All of a sudden Nathan woke up, although he never remembered going to bed. The bed he was on felt a lot different than his own, a lot stiffer and more uncomfortable. Brushing it off as nothing he slowly opened his eyes and what he saw astounded him. It was not his room that he saw, but that of someone else. Suddenly he felt a pain greater than any other felt before in his head and he understood exactly where he was. He was in the world he'd always loved, in a room that now belonged to him. He had the memories of this new man he became, but in fact it wasn't a new man, from his new memories he could gather that he was still the same man he'd always been. He had the same name, looked the same save for a being more muscular and rugged looking.

He was the happiest man in the world at this change in life. Vowing to himself in this moment that his life here would be different. He was going to sleep with beautiful women and play the game of thrones and he had every intention of winning it.

Whilst this world was similar to the one Nathan knew and loved, the very existence of House Cox was already different than the one written by George R.R. Martin. Other than their existence there was no obvious ways from his newfound memories that suggested there was any other difference, but there very well still could be and Nathan planned to make some differences himself.

He combed through his memories, trying to learn everything about the new life he was leading. He learned House Cox is not a powerful house and were a part of the Crownlands serving as direct bannerman to the crown. They had limited funds, small army and not a large castle. The only advantage they did have was being trusted implicitly by the king. The only living family he had was a dying father, Jon Cox. His father sat on the small council of King Robert Baratheon as a general advisor to the king, although the King never actually took advice as he was too busy drinking and whoring. The old Nathan had actually never left the seat of House Cox in the castle Woodpine. Surprisingly, being 18 years of age, he had no wife or betrothal set up for him. Just like his old self in the real world he did not have many friends either.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.