The world is filled with endless what-ifs. A decision, a small act can end up changing the whole universe, it would create another branch of the universe.
And, what if in such kind of universe, Rhaenyra's firstborn was not Jacaerys but a girl, who...
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• the stark heir •
【chapter one: early life of annie stark 】
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May, 1979.
A white flash shrouded the screen, which was followed by multiple flashes, and screams of "Mr Stark" reverberated throughout. As the flashes started to subside, a man in his mid-fifties to early sixties with salt and pepper hair and a pair of sunglasses hiding his eyes appeared. He held out a hand to silence the rowdy crowd of reporters smiling at them professionally.
Rhaenyra blinked as she inhaled sharply, the man on the screen had a huge resemblance to Harwin, the only difference being that he was shorter and thinner and of course older than her paramour.
Alicent who was quite scared after learning the fate of her children narrowed her eyes at the screen, she belatedly glanced at Larys Strong who looked uncomfortable at seeing the man who wore his dead brother's face. The same brother whom he had killed.
"No need to be so enthusiastic. You are scaring the child," He rebuked the grown men and women, his glasses sliding down to reveal dark eyes as he surveyed the crowd. "Two years ago, on this day, my wife, my beloved Maria birthed our daughter, the future Heir to the Stark Industries."
"A daughter, an heir?" Princess Rhaenys asked with a raised brow.
"Yes," Strange said. "The future while does quite have some discrimination against women in positions of power, but it is much much better. And Toni helped to prove that women are not inferior to men."
Rhaenyra looked proud hearing the praise for her daughter. Despite this, she was the daughter of another woman, and oh, did that send a pang of hurt through her heart.
Otto looked disgusted at hearing this. He couldn't believe that the future generations had forgone the way of Seven.
The people clamored again, as Howard Stark raised his hands to stop them. He gestures to his side, as a woman well enough in her late thirties emerges. Her pale gold hair was carefully tied in a bun, her amethyst eyes surveyed the surroundings as she warmly smiled at the crowd gathered there. In her arms, a dark-haired baby squirmed hiding her face in her mother's neck.
Viserys let out a strangled gasp seeing his daughter on the screen. She looked the same as the present, the only difference was that her hair was more golden than silver, just like his Aemma.
Seeing his wife and kid, Howard smiled warmly. Kissing his wife, Maria's forehead, he gently lifted the toddler, a warm smile spread on his face as his daughter looked at him with wide eyes. "My little miracle." He murmured lovingly.
