Fear was the first feeling which seeped into Tony's body.
The boy flew up, gasping for air, hands grasping around his body, feeling every crevice and small divot.
"What?"
Tony called out as his breathing became slow, his hands halting their rapid grasping for anything and everything. His eyes opened for the first time not to the supposed darkness or hellfire of the afterlife, but a vaulted ceiling stretching overhead, its surface decorated with faint painted sigils that curled around one another like serpents. Sunlight bled through narrow windows cut high into the wall, forming thin shafts of pale gold that illuminated drifting dust.
Tony's eyes froze as his mind began processing through the possibilities with the desperate logic of someone trying to believe in something thought to be impossible.
The bed felt too soft around his body, like a woman's embrace. The sheets covered the small body. That struck Tony, 'Tiny', he flipped the sheets of the lavish design to find his body to be that of a four-year-old.
Tony raised his hands. They were not the regular, large, hairy, and calloused.
The fingers were slender, pale, almost delicate. The skin carried a faint translucence that revealed thin blue veins beneath the surface. His nails were neatly trimmed, clean without effort, shaped in a way that suggested constant care and a life of exorbitance without threat of effort.
Tony moved his head, the feeling off with the weight being imperceptible yet still feeling wrong.
Then a sharp knock against a wooden and iron cast door brought the young boy's attention to the entrance of the room.
"My Prince, may I enter?"
A young female voice came from beyond the door as Tony froze. His mind raced as he began thinking, although his mind was acting as fast as possible, it was too slow as the door abruptly began opening.
Entering was a woman no older than 19 in a madivel like maid's uniform with obvious signs of usage and small, near-invisible marks of mud and whatever else near the edges of where the skirt hovered above the floor.
"My Prince."
The woman bowed as she moved to the side of Tony's bed.
"You look remarkably better, my prince."
The woman spoke as she moved to open one of the many cabinets close to the bed bring out a bottle with small indentations and letters.
'Milk of the Poppy'
Tony stared as he watched the maid produce a spoon from one of her uniform's many folds and poured a significant portion of the silky, thick white substance.
"Say 'ah', my prince"
The woman spoke with care that only a mother could provide as Tony, seemingly on autopilot, opened his mouth to receive the white substance.
The reaction was immediate. Tony gurgled the substance in pain as throughout his young body, pain began rapidly increasing as if on fire.
On the outside, however, the maid quietly smiled as she watched the young prince's body instantly turn a brighter red, a more 'normal' tone of skin that was the near-dead state that was when she entered.
"Its time for your bath, my prince."
The maid moved swiftly, grasping hold of Tony's small body, she practically lifted him with one arm as she moved to another door within the bedroom and opened it to show a stone-like bathtub with a concoction of differing types of potions on a stand, along with a singular old-looking wooden stool.
Tony could do little as the maid settled him within the stone tub.
Cold stone met Tony's feet as the maid, as if having to repeat the same action daily, removed Tony's clothes, revealing his burning red and white mixed body.
The pain from the medicine finally subsided as Tony got a grip on his surroundings, only to find a Tsunami of water coming from above.
"AH"
Tony yelped in pain as boiling water was splashed upon him. The maid, once looking innocent and pure to some extent, made an evil face as she went to retrieve more water.
Tony sat within the burning water, being constantly bombarded by pain throughout his body as the maid brought more and more, pouring the just-boiled water upon the young boy's body.
"Stop, please!"
Tony managed to yelp as the woman silently poured more boiling hot water upon the boy.
"Prince Arrax, please its my duty to bathe and take care of you."
The maid simply stated as she once again threw another bucket of boiling water upon Tony.
Tony could do nothing but accept as the feeling of burning further expanded around his body as the water level rose steadily.
Tony, although in pain, looked at the woman with anger, his eyes constantly moving around the bathroom.
The room looked like the average medieval royal room. A mixture of stone, wood, gold and even a chandelier within a bathroom.
Tony finally looked at the water, which had fully submerged up to his chest, to see his eyes. His once blue, normal lookign eyes have been replaced with purple and red-encrusted mixture.
Even more, his hair a once normal brownish black, has turned white with edges of platinum, being mixed within.
Tony's mind reeled at his looks as his mind tried to once again make sense of his surroundings.
"My prince, the king would like to see you at breakfast this morning. Will you be attending?"
The maid asked as he poured one more bucket of water into the tub before moving towards the near endless amounts of potions and subtly placing one of the vials within her maid's pocket before picking three and sitting upon the wooden stool.
"King?"
Tony replied intoe as his mind tried to understand what was happening.
"Yes, my prince. King Aerys the Second wishes for you to attend breakfast along with your elder brother Rhaegar and the queen, her majesty Rhaella."
As the words came out of the maid's mouth, a lightning bolt of realisation hit Tony.
'Holy shit... I'm in a game of thrones!'
The maid looked at Tony inquisitively before continuing with her duty. She poured a bottle of ointment and began smushing it between her hands as she leaned over and began washing the young prince.
The prince sat within the pool of water awaited.
Arrax did little as he allowed the maid to move her hands over his bear body. The feeling of her soft yet strong hands made something tickle Arrax's brain.
Suddenly, the maid leaned closer to something behind Arrax and doing so allowed Arrax to see her bare nape open and fresh for the taking.
Arrax didn't know what he was doing as he felt his mouth tingle. Everything came too fast as he moved, fangs piercing the maid's neck.
"AHHHH!"
The maid screamed in pain as she threw Arrax away, as her hands crawled around her neck, as blood flooded down her white maid uniform.
Arrax sat there still within the bath, blood trickling from his fangs as the red ting of his eyes brightened as the boy jumped with a inhuman like power upon the maid.
Arrax forced the fully grown woman to the ground as she screamed. Arrax, now more like a beast than a boy, opened wide as a high-pitched hiss escaped from his mouth as his jaws latched around the maid's neck.
A sense of euphoria immediately hit Arrax as the maids' screams of pain turned low and moist before they came to a halt altogether.