Oh geez... this was awkward but he also remembered.
Awkward because this was a thought that was actually coming from a baby.
The baby... caught in between the very medieval-esque talks of the older Royces.
One should be his new mother, while the other is his relative of unclear relations.
And apparently... he was now Ronan.
Granted, he had other names to go for from the top of his head, like Rolls maybe... to become Rolls Royce... but what can he do?
He's just a baby at the moment and it is what it is.
Either way, this should technically be the day he is named, even when it is already 5 days past his traumatic exit from the womb.
Because his surname is pretty disputed, apparently. Because of the mess that Daemon Targaryen was stirring.
And yeah... because of that connection between Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce... it is clear that he was in the House of the Dragon. As a deviation from what was supposed to be a barren marriage.
Thankfully, he watched that show. And as mentioned, he remembered. That his mother looks suspiciously similar to that woman that got unhorsed and got her head bashed.
So, House of the Dragon the TV show it is.
He remembered watching it and remembered everything else from his life before this.
When he was a normal man from a normal world... with his most notable feat being a writer of fanfiction, with some originals in his belt as well. But fanfiction took the cake. Cause he wrote lots of it.
Mostly self-indulgent garbage about Hollywood, pop-culture staples, and anime-based stories. And they were all trash, as he notes to his readers time and time again.
He also wrote some Game of Thrones self-inserts... but look at where he was now... actually having his own self inserted, albeit in a sister title to the franchise of A Song of Ice and Fire.
What are the odds? That he was another Daemon and Rhea child, like many other fanfics like it.
Still, he wasn't really sure why or how he was here, or what kind of cosmic joke this was, but he was kind of looking forward to it...
Sorry to his old life and all that, but... this is actually very cool.
Especially when he introspected even deeper into his mind. Further into his consciousness, subconscious, or whatever...
Where he saw a faint light.
From a page, unfolding like paper in his dark thoughts.
Words appeared there, glowing faintly, written in perfect neat script.
Like a centred title, it wrote... 'Heaven Rewards Diligence'.
He didn't know what that meant... yet. Though he had ideas... cause it was quite familiar.
Maybe it was advice. Maybe it was a warning. Or maybe it was so much more.
Either way, the message and the page stayed... and no doubt that it will most likely help a lot.
For he was Ronan now.
Ronan Stone... Ronan Royce... Ronan Targaryen... or whatever the hell this life will lead him to be called.
And perhaps with this goldfinger of a page, he'll write his own epic story, with him actually living it and not just writing it.