Where normally the protagonist is transported to another universe or dimension , the roles have now been reversed. The Targaryen uncle-niece find themselves in the home of the 17-year-old Allaria Black. How will she react to the arrival of the Targa...
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Allaria 'call me Ria' Black was watching the House of Dragon Season 2 as she was bored. So far she just wants to rip Alicent's hair with her bare hands. It was quite a peaceful Saturday night. She didn't have any classes till Tuesday, so she can just relax at home. It was all going normal until she heard a loud thud from outside. She became alert very quickly.
"What the hell was that?" Ria questioned herself and got up quickly. She grabbed a frying pan and a spatula(..really)from the kitchen. You don't wanna know how badly it hurts. She quickly turned off the T.V. and looked through the window seeing two people at the lawn. The girl was wearing an .....ball gown? and the boy or a man? was wearing a robe..?
She was confused. Most of the thieves she had encountered didn't wear such clothes. Now Ria was confused, if they were thieves, so they were some... expensive theives? Because ,they were quite neatly dresses to be theives. "Great idea, Ria. Like any character at the beginning of a horror movie, let's go towards the unknown, possible serial killers outside," She mutters while opening the door to the backyard lawn and stood in the doorway.
" It would be a great pleasure if you remove your arse from my dress, Uncle!" Growled a melodic yet strange accented voice.
"Not my fault Rhaenyra, It was your idea to enter the hellhole of a door!" Yelped a guy in pain.
Both got up from the ground, groaning and dusting themselves off.
"You do realise for a thief you are bloody inexperienced." a voice exclaimed which she soon realised was hers and clasped a hand over her mouth. Both heads turned towards her sharply.
Holy shit! It can't be them! Thought Ria.
"Who the bloody hell are you?" Said ...Milly Alcock? Am I dreaming.
"And from which angle do we look like bloody thieves to you?" Asked Matt Smith.
"Oh my god! my Roses!" Exclaimed Ria, when she saw her Roses that she had grown in the boundary of the lawn, smashed due to Matt standing on it.
She threw her spatula on him, which hit straight on his head.7He yelped in pain and stopped. "Bloody Hell! What is wrong with you woman?!" Exclaimed Matt his pain. Even if it didn't harm him too much, it hurt. Ria stepped out of the household and ran towards the roses in her pink nightgown. Both of them froze and looked towards her. Once she was sure her roses are fine, she turns to them.
"You guys look way more sexier in real life" Ria murmurs in awe. Immediately she felt the need to bang her head hard against the wall, she had finally gotten over her shock, and of course, she used it to blurt out something like this. When their eyes met their world stopped.
Daemon took in the image of the woman before him. A warm feeling spread through his body and swallowed him whole. Under his, cold demeanor, his instincts were about to run wild. A single word echoed through his mind 'Mate'. Immediately a sense of longing and warmth took hold of him.
Rhaenyra couldn't believe anyone can be so perfect as the goddess infront of her. She was the first to overcome the initial shock of seeing her mate. Although he too was immersed with a sense of familiarity and affection for the gorgeous woman before her.
"Mate." Said the Targaryens in unison.
What the heck? thought Ria.
"What?" She managed to ask after being gobsmacked.
"You are my mate!" Said the Uncle-Niece duo in unison.
