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Chapter 3: Passage of Time.
Logan had spent the first four years of this life in what he could only describe as hell on earth. Reincarnation, as miraculous as it sounded, had delivered him into a gilded prison. From his earliest moments in this new life, he had observed his surroundings with the sharp mind of an adult trapped in an infant's body. However, this awareness only deepened his helplessness. No amount of experience could prepare him for the indignity of being swaddled and coddled, unable to communicate or assert himself.
It reminded him of the raw powerlessness he'd felt in his previous life's final moments—dying without the strength to change his fate. Yet, this was worse. He could feel the weight of his consciousness pressing against the walls of his body, screaming for agency.
The first two years were a haze of observation and piecing together clues. Identifying his time period and identity had been his priority, though it proved to be a monumental task. By the end of his second year, he'd managed to gather enough information to realize the staggering truth: he was a prince of House Targaryen, born into the name royal family of dragonlords.
His initial reaction had been torn between awe and dread. On one hand, he had expected to be a commoner, toiling in the dirt of a medieval world. Instead, he was surrounded by luxury—the finest silks, the richest foods, and a lifestyle others could only dream of. But this privilege came with a price. Every move he made was scrutinized, every word he spoke weighed for meaning. His awareness of his role and the future history of his house loomed over him like a shadow.
Even as a toddler, he had been cautious to suppress his impulses. He learned High Valyrian simply by listening to his family's conversations, absorbing the language like a sponge. His uncanny affinity for animals—cats, horses, and, later, dragons—was another trait that didn't escape notice. By the age of four, servants whispered of his peculiar nature, calling him "the dragon prince" not just for his lineage but for the way creatures seemed drawn to him.
Yet, not all aspects of his new life were wondrous. One of his greatest regrets was his heightened sense of smell. Even in the royal court, hygiene was lacking, and the densely packed cities carried an ever-present stench. Logan had learned to endure it, but the thought of such conditions worsening over the coming decade gnawed at him. He knew better than anyone the dangers of unchecked urban filth in a growing kingdom.
But his greatest frustration stemmed from his limited knowledge of the timeline. He recalled fragmented details of A Song of Ice and Fire, but his memory was hazy. Jaehaerys I, the current king and his father, was known as the Wise King, and Queen Alysanne was revered as the Good Queen. Beyond that, Logan only remembered the looming tragedy: the Dance of the Dragons, a civil war that would mark the beginning of House Targaryen's decline and started by children of a Viserys Targaryen.
Fortunately, there was no one named Viserys among his immediate family—a small comfort in a sea of uncertainty.
Logan's relationship with his father, King Jaehaerys, was distant. The king wore his role like a mask, exuding warmth and wisdom in public but offering little affection in private. Even to his other children, Jaehaerys was more monarch than father, but with Logan, the disconnect was sharper. The king's eyes, always calculating, seemed to weigh Logan as if trying to discern a threat.
In contrast, Logan found solace in his siblings. Aemon and Baelon, his elder brothers, treated him with genuine affection, often including him in their activities despite his young age. Alyssa, his sister, had been the first to take him to the dragonpit, an experience that left him awestruck.
Logan had seen animals of all kinds in his past life, even dinosaurs. But dragons were something else entirely. They were majestic, terrifying, and utterly magical. When he first laid eyes on the great beasts, he felt a resonance deep within his soul. The dragons, too, seemed to sense something in him, their enormous eyes watching him with curious intelligence. He could feel their emotions in a way he never had with any other creature, a connection that was both exhilarating and humbling.
Logan's relationship with The queen, his mother, Alysanne, had become complicated. She loved him, as a mother should, but his outright rejection of the Faith of the Seven had tested their bond. At a young age, Logan had declared that he did not believe in gods, citing his Valyrian heritage as justification. His refusal to learn the Seven-Pointed Star or attend lessons with septas and septons was a source of constant frustration. He often evaded his religious tutors by disappearing into the secret tunnels of the Red Keep, a legacy of his great-uncle Maegor the Cruel.
When found, it was almost always in the dragonpit, where his siblings would chastise him for worrying their mother.
By the age of six, Logan had already earned a reputation for his feral nature. He cemented this reputation when he thrashed a ten-year-old boy from House Bracken for mocking his sister Daella. Logan had always harbored a soft spot for Daella, who treated him like her own child. The bond they shared was one of unconditional love, a rarity in the political labyrinth of the royal family.
His other sisters, however, were more complex. Vissera barely acknowledged him, while Saera took pleasure in teasing him. One day, after Saera made an offhand comment about their father's supposed disdain for Logan, he responded with startling maturity.
"I don't care whether the king loves me or not," Logan said, his voice calm and measured. "There's only so much love a person's heart can hold, and I don't blame him for having his favorites. I've made my own family, and I have my own favorites, too."
Queen Alysanne, who overheard the conversation, was taken aback. "Prince Gaemon, you must never speak of your father, the king, like that, and Saerra, don't tease your younger brother." she scolded.
"Mother, I only said the truth. I know I am the eleventh child, and there is only so much love in one's heart. I don't blame anyone. I have made my own family, and even I have my favorites in my family, just like you and the King. Everyone has favorites—it is only natural," Logan replied calmly, displaying a wisdom no ordinary six-year-old could ever have.
"The dragons are not your family, Gaemon. They may unnaturally like you for some reason, even though they are bonded with others. Still, they are ours first and foremost. So, you have favorites in our family? Who is it?" Alysanne inquired, her tone laced with curiosity. If it was Rhaenys, she knew it might complicate things later, as Viserys would be the better match for her hand in the position of King Consort.
Logan, knowing his mother was fishing for a girl's name for her matchmaking schemes, answered, "Daella and Alyssa are my favorites. Alyssa was the first one to introduce me to the dragons, after all. The dragons like me because I understand them and their complaints about being chained like dogs. I have already told you to unchain everyone and let them be free—or just send them all to Dragonstone."
Alysanne sighed, remembering the first argument between her four-year-old son and the King. She hadn't expected Gaemon to be so furious after returning from his first flight, nor his escape to meet Balerion. To this day, she thanked the Seven Gods that the monstrous creature hadn't harmed Gaemon when he intruded into its lair.
"What? You little bastard! That stupid Daella is your favorite when I'm here?" Saerra exclaimed.
Alysanne saw Gaemon's eyes narrow as he replied, "Yes, Daella is my favorite because she does not question my every move or fear me. It is quite fortunate that you have been blessed by the Gods with a beautiful face. Though not quite up to Vissera's level, you become uglier than a duckling whenever you open your mouth."
Alysanne couldn't stop the snort of laughter that escaped her, further enraging Saerra.
"Why, you little animal!" Saerra yelled, charging at Gaemon to tackle him down and strike him.
Saerra started hitting Gaemon all over his body, while he quickly raised his hands to defend himself.
Alysanne sighed in exasperation and called for the septa to pull Saerra away from Gaemon, who was laughing mockingly at the weak blows.
"Sister, if you hit like this, even a baby could defeat you. Come tomorrow morning, and I will teach you how to brawl and even take down knights," Gaemon said.
Alysanne raised her eyebrows in surprise at the offer. No noble-born son would typically encourage their women to fight.
From that day, Jaehaerys ordered Logan to be trained daily for hours, with the aim of instilling discipline. Surprisingly, Logan thrived under the rigorous regimen, improving rapidly. Logan also started spending time with the servants in the kitchen, attempting to make something he called "pizza," along with sandwiches and doughnuts. The servants were both in awe and fear, as Logan began consuming enough food to feed an adult by the age of seven.
80 AC
Balerion's lair.
Logan could feel the amusement radiating from Balerion as he yelled in rage, slashing at the cavern walls with his bone claws. The bone claws had appeared last year, surprising him. He had never tested his healing abilities, but he was confident, as promised by the being who sent him here, that they would amount to half of his full ability now and grow into their complete potential when he became an adult.
His latest outburst of rage stemmed from the foolish decision of the king, the queen, and his favorite elder sister, Daella, to marry her off to an Arryn. He had tried to postpone or stop the marriage but was thwarted by the so-called adults. He had even considered orchestrating an accident for the Arryn, but seeing the genuine excitement and wonder on Daella's face stayed his hand. Daella was eagerly looking forward to the marriage and the prospect of motherhood. Rodrik Arryn, being the kindest man among her suitors, had also played a part in helping her make the decision and anticipate her future with enthusiasm.
Logan was startled out of his rage by a growl from Balerion, which he could interpret as a snort of laughter.
"Don't mock and enjoy my frustration, Balerion," Logan snarled at the Black Dread.
Balerion's eyes glinted as a low growl echoed through the cavern.
"What? Are you saying my young body is affecting my older soul and wisdom?" Logan asked, surprised. Thinking back, he could see how his behavior had changed. Even with his memories and the experience of his old age, he couldn't stop himself from acting like a bratty child.
Logan sighed in defeat and sat on the ground, leaning his back against the wall.
"You're right, Balerion. My young body has affected my thought process so much. I know my older soul and experienced mind were what attracted you to me. Let's bond now, and I'll free your chains right away."
Balerion snarled in warning.
"What? I don't think whatever sickness or magical curse you caught in Valyria will affect me. I could always cut out the sickness and parasites inside you right now," Logan replied, flexing his six bone claws for emphasis.
Balerion snorted with clear laughter, and an image of rippled steel slammed into Logan's mind—a steel he recognized from Dark Sister and Blackfyre.
A steel he has seen on Dark Sister and Blackfyre.
"So, you're saying only Valyrian steel has a chance of cutting even your injured scales and extracting the sickness and parasites?" Logan inquired.
Balerion growled in agreement.
"So, waiting for the correct time is the only choice we have," Logan said, his voice tinged with sadness and acceptance.
Author's Note: So finally I could get on to this after months. Writing from a child perspective is hard and when he is reincarnated old man, it is more difficult. Thus time skips is the best method that I could use. so this will be not be in chronological order. there will be flashbacks to childhood when necessary.
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