Game of thrones: The Lustful sellsword

The wind howled across the Riverlands as I stood at the edge of a ridge, my cloak whipping behind me. It had been nine long years since I first picked up a blade as a green sellsword, a nobody in the world of war and kings. Now, I had returned to Westeros, not as a nameless mercenary, but as a legend whispered in the dark corners of taverns, feared by men who valued their lives, and desired by women who sought danger and power.

I had spent nearly a decade cutting my way through armies, dueling warriors thought to be untouchable, and amassing a fortune that made me wealthier than some minor lords.

But what was wealth without pleasure? Without purpose?

The great game was beginning again.

Jon Arryn was six months away from dying, his lungs rotting in his chest from poison poured by hands hidden behind veils of innocence. The realm was on the verge of war, its peace nothing but a fragile illusion.

And I?

I was stronger, richer, and more dangerous than ever before.

A simple flick of thought brought my Sellsword System to life, the translucent screen appearing before me.

[Sellsword System – Status Panel]

✔ Name: Damon Waters

✔ Age: 23

✔ Title: The Shadow Reaper (Feared Mercenary of Westeros & Essos)

✔ Strength: 50 (Comparable to three knights combined; surpasses Jaime Lannister)

✔ Dexterity: 45 (Faster than any normal swordsman; rivals a Braavosi Water Dancer)

✔ Endurance: 48 (Durability nearing Gregor Clegane; fights for hours without tiring)

✔ Charm: 38 (Enough to seduce noblewomen, princesses, and queens with ease)

✔ Gold: Over 200,000 Gold Dragons (Wealthier than some minor lords)

✔ Reputation:

Westeros: Feared in the underworld, whispered in noble courts.Essos: Known as the "Ghost of the Free Cities" for his deadly efficiency in battle.

✔ Notable Achievements:Duel Victories Over Notable WarriorsMastered Multiple Fighting Styles (Braavosi, Dornish, Westerosi, Dirty Fighting)Owner of Underground Enterprises Across EssosCommanded & Betrayed Mercenary Companies for Personal GainFormer Ally to Pirates & Smugglers Controlling Key Trade Routes

I exhaled slowly as I closed the panel.

Nine years.

Nine years of training, killing, and seducing my way to the top. I had fought and bested Braavosi duelists, Dothraki screamers, and pit fighters from Meereen. I had bathed in the gold of my contracts, taken whatever I wanted, and left a trail of corpses in my wake.

I had climbed higher than I ever imagined.

But I was still hungry.

The war in Westeros would soon begin, and this was my moment to carve my name into history.

Would I fight for a king?

Would I create my own army and carve out a piece of land for myself?

Would I manipulate the game from the shadows, using my wealth, my power, and my charm to control the players themselves?

The possibilities were endless.

But before I made my move, before I decided which path to take, I wanted one thing.

To celebrate.

I smirked to myself, my fingers tracing the hilt of my sword as I turned my gaze north.

Winterfell.

I had heard much about the Stark stronghold, a place of honor, cold steel, and wolf-blooded warriors. It was a place I had never seen in my first life, but now, it was merely a stop on my journey.

And what better way to celebrate my return to Westeros than with a woman who knew how to make a man feel welcome?

I had heard whispers of Ros, the famous red-haired beauty of Winterfell, the finest whore north of the Neck.

A wanton woman with fire in her blood, curves meant for pleasure, and a reputation that even nobles secretly indulged in.

A night with her would be a fitting way to begin my return.

With a smirk curling on my lips, I turned toward the North.

It was time to remind Westeros that Damon Waters had returned.