An alternative universe for The House of the Dragon
How the existence of Rhaenyra's younger sister can change the course of history, the youngest daughter of King Viserys Targaryen and the Queen Aemma Arryn.
To cover the heir to the throne's transgr...
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Summary:You arrival puts everything in place
Pairings: Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader
Warnings: cursing, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs. Here is mentioned that reader got a tan 😂this chapter is pretty tamed, might miss some warnings + 18, minors DNI
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Notes: I am so grateful to all of you who follow this story ❤️ love you all and I love the interactions even if I don't respond sometimes ❤️. Come on take it easy on Harwin 😂❤️
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When you began to recover your bearings, you felt like you were trapped inside something. You were certain you had your eyes opened, but still you couldn't see anything. but you were moving, not your limbs, but your entire body registered the movement, it was such a strange feeling. But then it stopped. The recognizable sound of something made of wood placed on the ground made you think that you were inside some sort of cradle.
"What are you doing here Daemon?" even trapped in something you could hear your father's voice clear as day
"I have a gift for you brother, don't tell me I never do anything for you" you could almost see the shit eating grin in your uncle's face, "I was told you were missing one of your greatest dragons"
Suddenly the lid of the box was opened, light suddenly hitting your face so hard it made you whine. You were still a little disoriented, but you recognized where you were immediately. He took you back to King's Landing, more exactly, you were in the throne room. You heard gasps and murmurs because you found yourself in front of the court of the Red Keep, the Queen, Ser Criston Cole, and other members of your family were looking at you
"Daughter!" called your father
And there you were, wearing a tunic as a short dress, of your favorite color, in the most new Astapor fashion, but you made it your own with leather pants underneath, and boots both in a light beige. Your hair had been tied out of your face with simple braids, (the ones you could braid without help), and your skin presented a tan that wasn't there before.
