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Rune World Reincarnation

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I used to be a 30-something IT administrator. Single. No clue about women. Technically sharp, socially not so much. Then I died. Somehow. (It was probably stupid. Don’t ask.) Now? I’ve been reborn in a primitive fantasy world as a girl. Not a badass warrior. Not a magical prodigy. Just… a really cute farmer’s daughter with an unusually high IQ, a growing existential crisis, and zero say in any of it. Also: no goddess, no system, no cheat. Just me, my memories, and some ridiculous baby reflexes. Oh, and did I mention this world has a super clunky magic system built around runes, vectors, and mana circuits? Guess who’s about to debug magic. This is a story about struggling with identity, building from scratch, and rewriting the rules—one awkward moment at a time. Author’s Note: This is my second story, written as a side project whenever I'm stuck with my main novel Shard of Possibilities. If you enjoy it, please leave lots of comments, critiques, and suggestions — they help a ton and keep me motivated. Thanks for reading!
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Heir of the Sundered Crown

Jaehaerys raised his chin, undaunted. This man couldn't harm him, he reminded himself, that's why he brought Prince Viserys to the capital in the first place. "I am the Crown Prince of the Seven Kingdoms. A dragon. You are nothing more than a fool who befriended one," Jaehaerys replied, having prepared that line in advance. It had the desired effect. The Small Council members turned to look at Connington. The man trembled with rage, balling his fists. Strangely, he reminded Jae of Viserys. "And if I don't?" he asked. "If you don't, Lord Baratheon will take this tale back home. Ser Jaime will wonder out loud every chance he gets why our Lord Regent was so unwilling to protect the Crown Prince though he'd been aware of his mistreatment the entire time. Soon enough, the entire realm will know." Jaehaerys tilted his head. "And I wonder how my family in the North will feel about that." "Not to mention the common people, when they hear an up-jumped minor Lord, my bannerman no less, dared to harm a Prince of the Blood. They remember the only reason you're in power is because you took advantage of the chaos at the end of the Rebellion," Lord Stannis seconded Jaehaerys, the large man and the little boy glaring at the Lord Regent in unison. His face grew so red, it matched his hair. Jaehaerys feared his head might explode. In the end, Lord vary broke the silence when he said, "Perhaps the Prince's suggestion is sound. Prince Viserys should be sent to Dragonstone. Out of sight and out of mind, as they say." Finally, Connington gave a nod. So slight, one could doubt he agreed at all. "But Daenerys stays," Jaehaerys pushed on. "I won't have her at Dragonstone where Viserys can torment her." "Fine!" Connington said, "Now, begone." "You don't order the Crown Prince around, fool!" Stannis protested. "That's quite alright, Lord Baratheon," he said, looking up at him with a small smile. "I was leaving anyway." Thank you for reading! If you are enjoying the story, please consider supporting me on Patreon. Patrons get access to advance chapters and help make it possible for me to keep writing. You can find me at: patreon.com/DarkLoreWriter
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