Game of thrones: The Lustful sellsword

Pain. A deep, throbbing pain spread through my skull as I slowly regained consciousness. My body felt like it had been beaten and left in the mud, my limbs heavy and weak. A dull ache pulsed through me, and for a moment, I struggled to remember—where was I?

My mind was hazy, but then, like a tidal wave, memories flooded in. Not just mine, but his.

I gasped, my eyes snapping open to an unfamiliar ceiling—a wooden beam, cracked and aged, looming above me. The scent of damp wood, sweat, and blood filled my nostrils, and the moment I sat up, a sharp pain shot through my ribs. I groaned. Something wasn't right.

Then it hit me.

I wasn't in my world anymore.

The memories settled, solidifying like puzzle pieces falling into place. I had transmigrated. I was no longer the man I once was—I was Damon Waters, a sellsword, a rogue, a man of the blade in the world of Game of Thrones.

"Fuck…" I muttered, my voice rough and unfamiliar. The sound of my own curse startled me, and I ran a hand through my hair—long, shoulder-length dark hair, slick with sweat. My body was foreign yet familiar, lean with battle-hardened muscle, riddled with scars that I now remembered earning in skirmishes and tavern brawls.

I pushed myself off the hard wooden cot I had been lying on, my legs unsteady but strong. A broken mirror leaned against the far wall, and I stumbled toward it. A sharp jawline, piercing blue eyes, and a smirk that promised trouble—this was my new face.

And I knew exactly where I was.

Westeros. After the Greyjoy Rebellion.

This body's memories whispered in my mind, confirming what I already feared. The rebellion had just ended, the ironborn crushed, their fleets burned, and Westeros was beginning to rebuild. That meant war was coming—Robert's reign wouldn't last forever. The War of the Five Kings was only a few years away, and if I wanted to survive, I needed power.

And then, a voice echoed in my mind.

[Welcome, Host. The Sellsword System has been activated.]

I froze.

A system? I had a fucking system?!

A translucent screen flickered before my eyes, displaying information in glowing text.

[Sellsword System]

✔ Name: Damon Waters

✔ Age: 14

✔ Title: Rookie Sellsword

✔ Strength: 10

✔ Dexterity: 9

✔ Endurance: 11

✔ Charm: 22

✔ Status: Recovering from injuries

✔ Gold: 5 Dragons, 12 Silver Stags

✔ Current Quest: Survive and Thrive

✔ System Function Unlocked: Lust & War (Rewards based on battle and seduction)

I stared at the screen, my mind racing. This was it. My goldfinger.

Not only could I fight my way to power, but I could seduce, manipulate, and conquer women to gain additional rewards. Westeros was full of beauties—queens, noblewomen, tavern wenches, even wildlings beyond the Wall.

I grinned.

This world was full of war, treachery, and betrayal—but now, it would also be full of pleasure and conquest.

With a deep breath, I clenched my fists, feeling my new strength pulse through me. I had been given a second chance in a brutal world where only the strong survived.

And I had every intention of taking what I wanted.