Throne of Swapped Desire Chapter 1

THE THRONE OF SWAPPED DESIRE : CHAPTER 1
Author's Note: Hey guys! Thank you so much for the incredible support on SWAPARTY. As promised, here is Chapter 1 of my second official project: The Throne of Swapped Desire. This is a gritty, first-person Game of Thrones body-swap, and I can't wait to hear your theories on how Zack and Aryan survive this. Enjoy!

START

It was 11:00 AM when I finally got back to the dorm after my gym session. I opened the door and walked in, and there he was—my roommate, Aryan. Since it was a weekend morning, both of us had the day off from college, and I saw him just lounging on the couch. As I stepped inside, I tossed my jacket and keys into the basket and holder by the door. The noise caught his attention, and he greeted me with sudden excitement.

"Oh, Zack! Finally, you're back. Remember last night you told me you were gonna give Game of Thrones a shot?"

Oh, shoot. I instantly remembered that stupid promise I had made him yesterday. He had been being really irritating, wanting to vent and discuss the bad ending with someone, so I had just told him I’d start watching it today just to get him off my back. But looks like I actually had to stick to my word.

"Oh... yeah, of course, dude. I remember," I said with a nervous laugh.

Untying my shoes, I sat down right beside him on the couch. I was still in my gym clothes because I was way too tired to change yet, and the cold breeze from the AC felt absolutely amazing. Aryan excitedly grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, rambling about how I needed to pay close attention and that I could ask him anything if I got confused. Aryan is a massive nerd, both in college and with any piece of media he likes. I just gave him a reassuring nod; honestly, I just wanted to relax on the couch in the cool air conditioning.

Aryan got Game of Thrones loaded up on the screen. Right before hitting play, he looked over and asked, "Ready?"

"Yeah, dude, just play it," I replied.

We both kicked back on the couch as the first episode started. I wasn't really paying attention at first, but Aryan was staring at the screen with absolute intensity, even though he’d already watched the show before and had even read the books.

For me, all I saw on screen was some happy family living in a cold, northern region who kept giant wolves as pets. The main character seemed to be the head of the family, a guy who had two young adult sons, two daughters, and a younger son who loved climbing walls. As the episode went on, I learned that this northern family was getting really tensed up because the King was arriving at their castle to meet them for some important reason. Aryan nudged me from the side, telling me to focus because this was a huge part. He explained that King Robert Baratheon was coming to Winterfell—which was the northern family’s house—and that the King was bringing his kids, his wife, and his wife's brothers along because they needed some favors from the Stark family.

I got distracted by the window of our dorm, as the happy sunny day outside just turned to dark storm like weather.

"Yo, Aryan, look outside. It's getting so dark and windy," I muttered, glancing toward our dorm window.

But Aryan didn't want me getting distracted. He poked me, telling me to keep my eyes on the screen because King Robert had just arrived at Winterfell to meet the Starks.

In the episode, it turned out that the main character, Ned Stark, and King Robert were childhood best friends. They even announced that Ned’s daughter, Sansa, would marry Robert’s son, Joffrey, to become the future queen. This made Aryan let out a subtle chuckle. "Foreshadowing for the future story?" he muttered, but then he quickly apologized, saying he wasn't going to spoil anything and told me to keep watching. Next, we saw a blonde woman character named Cersei Lannister. She was the Queen and Robert’s wife. You could immediately tell she was cunning and definitely gave off some heavy negative energy, like a textbook rude queen.

When that Cersei character started interacting with her brother, Jaime Lannister—who was supposed to be the king's best soldier—Aryan chuckled again.

"Why do you keep doing that? Do they have some weird history, dude?" I asked.

Aryan denied it, waving his hand, and told me to just keep watching, teasing that it was way worse than I thought.

The episode also had some weird plot point about a mysterious letter that got the main character really stressed out, something about the "Hand of the King" and a bunch of political stuff that went totally over my head for now. Anyway, a few scenes later, the youngest Stark boy, who was a great climber, started rushing up the walls of a high tower in Winterfell. Aryan got visibly excited, telling me to watch carefully and spoiling that something massive was about to happen.

When the kid finally reached the window at the very top of the tower, Aryan braced himself for the big reveal. But on the screen, the kid just climbed right through the window, and absolutely no one was inside. The tower room was completely empty. The kid just turned around and calmly started walking down the tower stairs.

I was completely confused as to why Aryan had been hyping this scene up so much. But when I turned to look at him, he looked totally shocked. His face was twisted in pure confusion.

"Dude, you okay? There was nothing there. Why were you telling me to brace for impact?" I joked.

Aryan stood up, completely baffled, and grabbed the remote to reverse the scene. "There’s no way," he muttered. He replayed it, and I watched him sink deeper into confusion.

"Dude, stop, what are you doing? Let me see the rest of the episode," I complained.

But he turned around, looking entirely shocked and confused. "Dude... in this scene, Cersei and Jaime were supposed to be having sex with each other, and Bran was supposed to stumble upon them."

Hearing that actually shocked me. "What?! Dude, are you insane?" I said, bursting out laughing. "Dude, you gotta play fewer porn games. That is so weird. What the fuck are you talking about? A kid stumbling upon adults having sex?" I continued to laugh.

But Aryan kept insisting. "Dude, seriously, in the actual show, it happened! It was like the big twist of the premiere. I remember it clearly!"

"But wait," I paused, racking my brain. "Weren't Cersei and Jaime siblings? So you're telling me the show had them doing incest while a kid stumbles upon them?! Dude, what the fuck, are you messing with me?" I completely refused to believe a storyline like that, since it sounded like some weird internet fetish.

But Aryan kept pushing, telling me that was the real scene that was supposed to happen. He couldn't understand what had happened to the episode, wondering if it got removed or edited out. He kept explaining that the incest thing was a massive plot point that carried all the way to the final seasons, so it made no sense for it to be missing.

I told Aryan he must have just forgotten the details since it had been so long since he watched it, but he stayed firm, telling me it was impossible.

Suddenly, our dorm room's power went completely off.

"W-what the fuck? Not this too..." I groaned, deeply annoyed.

But for some reason, both Aryan and I completely froze. The lights were out, but the TV screen was still glowing wide awake, and the Game of Thrones theme music started playing.

"What the fuck? How is the TV still on if the power is gone?" I asked, completely freaked out. Aryan looked just as confused as I was.

Suddenly, from outside the window, we heard the storm grow violently louder. The heavy wind was howling, followed by severe, blinding lightning.

"Dude, shut the TV off! It might get overloaded from the storm outside!" I yelled.

Aryan rushed forward and violently yanked the plug right out of the wall outlet—but the TV stayed completely on. Both of us stared at it in absolute shock. How was that even physically possible?

Then, we started to hear eerie, overlapping echoes whispering out from the speakers as the episode began to play entirely on its own. The whispering echoes seemed to chant our names directly into the room: It needs us... join us... Zack and Aryan...

"What the fucks happening....I don't feel so good" I say, completely terrified now by the voices.

Right then, a massive bolt of lightning hit with a deafening, explosive boom right over our dorm building. For a split second, blinding white electricity surged inside our room, completely surrounding the television set, and everything went entirely black.

I was completely blacked out, and I could definitely tell that both Aryan and I had just been struck by lightning since he was standing right beside me. Strangely enough, there was no pain at all. Instead, I just felt completely weightless, light, and incredibly dizzy.

Slowly, I tried to open my eyes, but everything was blurry and pitch-black. I couldn’t see properly, and I couldn't feel a single part of my body. Suddenly, I heard my name being called out.

"Zack?"

The voice carried a strange, hollow echo, vibrating directly inside my head. I instantly turned around, realizing it was Aryan's voice. "Aryan?!" I tried to say weakly, but no actual sound came out of my throat. Instead, my voice just echoed loudly inside my own mind.

What the hell was going on? I still couldn't see anything through the heavy darkness, until Aryan spoke up again. "I'm down here, dude." His voice bounced around my head, making it impossible to tell which direction it was coming from.

Down? I thought to myself, completely confused.

I forced myself to look downward, and my heart instantly skipped a beat. I was floating high up in the air, right underneath the rocky, jagged ceiling of a massive cave.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I yelled in sheer, blind panic. "Why am I flying?!" Terrified, I looked down at my arms, but my jaw dropped. They were completely translucent. I could literally see right through them. Oh my god... am I dead?

Watching me spiral into total panic, another form came flying up toward me. It was Aryan. He looked exactly like me—completely transparent, ghostly, and entirely body-less.

"Aryan, what the shit happened to us?! Are we dead?! Where the hell are we?!" I demanded, my mind racing.

Aryan looked just as confused, but his voice was surprisingly steady. He explained that he had actually woken up about twenty minutes before me, so he’d already had his initial freak-out and had managed to calm down. He admitted he was just incredibly glad I was awake now so he didn't have to be alone in this place.

"What is going on, Aryan? We must be dead," I said, trying to piece it together. "I remember the lightning striking. It literally touched me."

Aryan nodded his ghostly head. "Yeah, that's the only thing that makes sense. But... but scientifically, spirits aren't even supposed to exist! The Wigner-von Neumann interpretation of quantum mechanics states that consciousness cannot exist independently of a physical quantum system! The entire materialist theory of physics is just completely wrong? How is this possible?!" I couldn't believe it. We were literal ghosts, and this nerd was more shocked about physics laws being broken than the fact that we were dead.

The weight of everything suddenly hit me, and I broke down in absolute anger and emotion. "God... I was too young to die. It's way too soon for me! I just want to live!"

"Shut up, you two!" an old, powerful voice boomed through the cavern.

Both Aryan and I completely froze, terrified. What? Who the fuck was that? I thought. Aryan looked even more startled, his ghostly eyes wide because he had heard it just as clearly as I did. He grabbed my translucent arm and pulled me along to fly toward the source of the sound. I was shocked by how quickly he had learned how to navigate this floating stuff, but he just whispered that he’d had a twenty-minute head start to practice.

He guided me, floating smoothly toward the far end of the cave-like structure. When we finally reached the end, we came to a dead stop in absolute shock.

Sprouting from the stone walls was a massive, tangled web of ancient tree roots, and trapped directly inside the center of them was an old man. The roots seemed to completely restrain his body, wrapping tightly around his limbs. His eyes were closed.

"Oh my god... who is he?" I whispered in my head. "What is going on? Did he just tell us to shut up?"

I had absolutely no idea what I was looking at. But when I turned to look at Aryan, his jaw was completely unhinged, hanging wide open in pure, profound disbelief.

"The... The Three-Eyed Raven..." Aryan stammered, staring at the old man as if he had just seen a god.

"What?" I replied, thoroughly irritated. That was the most random combination of words I had ever heard. There was no bird, and there certainly weren't three eyes—just an old guy trapped in a bunch of overgrown roots. "Dude, are you okay?" I asked, genuinely concerned that my roommate was finally losing his mind.

Aryan frantically hit my arm to signal me to stay quiet. "Dude... that's the Three-Eyed Raven! That's Brynden Rivers!"

"Brynden who?" I snapped back. "Do you know this guy? Was he a neighbor who died with us or something?"

Aryan just kept staring, his ghostly form trembling. "No... he is from the show. He's a character from Game of Thrones."

"What?!" My expression twisted into pure, unadulterated irritation. This guy was seriously telling me that the old dude stuck in a tree was a fictional character from a television series. "Dude! What the fuck are you saying?! You are going completely insane! We are literally dead, get your mind onto the main issue and stop talking about that stupid show!"

Instantly, the old man’s eyes snapped open, revealing milky, ancient pupils that stared directly into our souls.

"Zack," the old man’s deep voice echoed in our minds, "Aryan is telling the truth. I am the Three-Eyed Raven."

"What the hell is going on?!" I yelled, looking totally lost. "Am I dreaming or something? Because I feel totally alive, yet you two are just talking total unreal shit!"

But Aryan completely ignored my panic, continuing his fast-paced talk with the old man restrained in the roots. "How is this even possible? You are supposed to be a fictional character... wait." Aryan spun his translucent body around, inspecting the glowing blue cavern. "Oh my god, is this the same cave in the True North?! Don't tell me..."

"Yes," the old man completed, his deep voice echoing grandly. "You stand within the weirwood's embrace, children of a distant dawn. Your corporeal vessels remain suspended in the ether of your home realm, untouched by time's relentless march. I have tethered your stray essences to this nexus, for the cosmic tapestry of our reality unravels into a void of oblivion."

I blinked my ghostly eyes, completely losing my patience. "Okay, hold up, tree-grandpa. Can you stop talking like an absolute theater major? 'Corporeal vessels?' 'Tapestry of reality?' I don't understand a single word of this medieval poetry. Speak normal English, man!"

The old man stared at me with his milky white eyes for a silent, tense second. Then, a faint ripple of blue magic pulsed through the air.

When he spoke again, the booming, dramatic echo was completely gone, replaced by a totally flat, casual voice. "Fine. Long story short: you guys aren't dead. Your bodies are paused back in your room. I brought your souls here because our universe is glitching out and collapsing."

Aryan let out a giddy, breathy laugh. "Whoa! Did you just use magic to change how you talk? That is insane!"

"Wait, what?!" I stammered, a massive wave of relief washing over me despite how flabbergasted I was by the sudden voice change. "We aren't dead? And you summoned us? Why us?!"

"Because an intruder from your world has breached this universe," the Three-Eyed Raven explained, nodding toward Aryan. "A soul possessing forbidden knowledge of our future is hijacking the minds of our people. The plan is to rewrite history, stopping major events to force a false, peaceful reality upon the realm. And you, Aryan, were the very first mind in your world to notice the sabotage when the tower scene changed. Your awareness tied your souls to the glitch."

The old man turned his gaze back to me, adding a slight taunt. "Your friend was telling the truth, Zack. The scene you laughed at—the queen and her brother—was exactly what was meant to happen before the intruder wiped it away."

I stared at him, my ghostly form trembling in absolute disbelief. "No way... you've gotta be kidding me. So that gross incest stuff is actually real? And we're stuck in a fantasy show?"

Aryan, however, showed a moment of subtle hesitation. He scratched his ghostly head, looking down. "Wait a minute. To be entirely honest, tree-guy... the original ending of this show was completely trash. Everyone back home hated it. If this intruder is actually in here fixing the plot holes and trying to make a better, happier ending... why are you opposing it? Why not just let them fix the script?"

Right then, the old man and Aryan launched into a massive, heavy debate. The Raven started throwing around a bunch of intense, complicated scientific terms, and Aryan's eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store.

Honestly? I completely stopped hearing them. I stood there, totally unbothered, completely zoning out as they blabbered on about quantum destabilization, dimensions, and realities collapsing. I didn't care about the intruder, I didn't care about the script, and I definitely didn't care about fixing some old guy's medieval problems. The only word filtering through my brain was alive. If we weren't dead, that meant there was an exit. My only focus was finding the way out, grabbing my idiot roommate, and getting us back to our dorm.

Suddenly, Aryan grabbed my translucent arm, snapping me right out of my thoughts. "Zack, bro, we have to help him! If we don't fix this, the old guy says it'll trigger a chain reaction that will violently destroy our actual world too. Everything back home gets wiped out!"

"Hell no!" I snapped, pulling away. "I'm not playing medieval cop for a show I don't even know! I'm a gym bro, man! Let some dragon queen handle it. I'm leaving."

"There is no exit for you, Zack," the Raven interrupted flatly, his voice cutting right through my defiance. "The cosmic tether is locked. I can only send you back to your world once you restore the timeline. Until the intruder's work is undone, you are bound to this realm."

I clenched my ghostly fists, glaring at him in sheer frustration. He had us backed into a corner. I wasn't doing this to be a hero; I was only doing it because it was the only way to get my real life back. "Fine," I growled, crossing my arms. "If we're stuck doing your dirty work, how exactly do you expect two bodiless ghosts to fix a whole timeline?"

The old man’s eyes glowed with a faint, chilling light as he explained his plan. "The timeline demands a physical correction. Since the intruder uses possession to alter actions, I will project your souls directly into the realm. You must temporarily inhabit the very flesh that was sabotaged, override their consciousness, and force those bodies to execute the exact scandalous, dark, and humiliating deeds required to set history straight. You will start exactly where the first breach occurred."

"Whoa, hold on," I said, a sudden, terrifyingly bad feeling blooming in my chest. "What do you mean inhabit the flesh? Whose body are you putting me in—"

"Go," the Raven commanded.

He didn't give us a single second to argue, complain, or even say goodbye. The old man simply snapped his gnarled fingers, and the entire cave exploded into a blinding flash of white light.

A sudden, violent gravitational pull grabbed my spirit. The weightless freedom of being a ghost vanished in a split second, replaced by a terrifying sensation of falling backward into a dark, roaring vortex. I tried to scream for Aryan, but the wind ripped the thoughts straight out of my head as I plunged downward, crashing forcefully into the physical realm.

I felt like I was falling totally blind, and then, with a sudden impact, I stopped. It was such a weird feeling. I started to feel my senses coming alive as my soul settled to take a form.

Finally, I realized I was in a sitting-like pose with my hands on a table. My chest felt so heavy—it must be due to my heavy breathing as I finally got my lungs back. And then I felt my head, but weirdly, the top of my head felt kind of tight and heavy.

I slowly managed to gain control. My hearing came first, and I could hear a massive crowd talking, children laughing, and people muttering all around me. Finally, I got control of my eyelids. I slowly tried to open them up, and after a few blinks, the vision settled from a total blur to HD like normal.

Right in front of me, I saw a long wooden table covered in food—a giant baked loaf of bread, plates piled with dark grapes, and platters of roasted meat. Looking around, the surroundings were definitely like the Game of Thrones show. Oh my god... the old guy was telling the truth. He actually got us into this weird universe. I could see people dressed in all types of medieval clothing, maids running around serving food, and regular guys just drinking out of heavy cups and laughing.

What the hell have I gotten myself into? At least I'm alive again... but where the hell is Aryan?

Suddenly, I heard a woman's voice sitting right beside me. "Is the food not to your liking, Your Grace?"

I turned to look at her and I was totally shocked. I remembered her face; she was one of the characters I just saw on the TV screen in our dorm! Woah, it felt so surreal to see her live in person.

The woman spoke again, looking right at me. "Your Grace?"

Wait... is she talking to me? Why is she calling me Your Grace? Wait a second. I brought my hands up in front of my vision, and my brain completely short-circuited.

"What the fuck!?" I gasped.

I stared at my hands. They had turned totally delicate, pale, and smooth, with thin gold rings slipped onto almost every single finger like a lady. Panic hitting me hard, I quickly brought those hands up to touch my face. I felt impossibly smooth skin, full lips, a tiny nose, and a sharp, elegant jawline. Oh my god, don't tell me...

The lady beside me—Catelyn Stark—kept on asking me, looking completely concerned. "Your Grace? Are you feeling unwell? You look exceptionally pale."

I completely ignored her as my gaze drifted downward.

"N-no way!"

I stood up in pure horror. Looking down at my body, I wasn't even in a standard dress. I was wearing a sleeveless, structured gold-and-olive dress covered in heavy embroidery, with strips of dark red fabric crossed tightly over my neck like an X, attaching to a heavy red velvet robe flowing from my shoulders all the way to the floor. A bone-tight corset was squeezing my stomach so hard I could barely breathe. But worst of all, right at the low, crossed neckline, was a huge cleavage of breasts.

In total disbelief, I actually reached down and groped them, my hands squeezing the soft, sensitive curves beneath the fabric. The reality of the anatomy hit my brain like a truck.

That fucking raven oldman... he actually put me in one of the female characters?!

Author's Note: And that is the end of Chapter 1! Zack is officially trapped in Westeros, completely clueless about the lore, and panicking inside Cersei's body. What do you think he’ll do next? And where the hell is Aryan?

TO BE CONTINUED IN NEXT CHAPTER (2)
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