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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Ria looked at them incredulously. She took note of their looks. Milly was shimmering in a gown of ivory silk. meticulously carved golden cuffs rested against her wrists exposed the princess's generous cleavage. 'Look up ,Ria...Don't fall for those ' Ria chastised herself. A single necklace hung around her neck which she recognized as a valyrian steel necklace gifted by Daemon. Matt wore a robe of velvet and black satin. Judged by their appearance, It looks like the outfit from Rhaenyra's wedding.
"Matt Smith? W-What are you doing in my home?" She asks, before quickly glancing over to Milly staring at her. "With Milly? Not that I mind, but most people use a thing called a door," She adds sarcastically. She sounded confident, despite the bizarre situation.
"Matt- who? Never mind. You must have mistaken me for someone else. The name is Daemon Targaryen, it's a pleasure to meet you, sīmontan." Out of habit he reaches forward, wanting to grab her hand, to kiss it.
"What? Why are you calling me Rose?" She asked incredulously. Rhaenyra got over her stupor and asked "You know high Valyrian?". Ria reddened in embarrassment and replied slowly "Well, I was a die-hard fan of Game of Thrones and House of Dragons, So I learned it".
"Oh, This is delightful. Our mate knows High Valyrian. But, wait a minute. What's Game of thrones and Dance of-what. Is that somekind of song and most importantly..WHERE ARE WE ,THIS PLACE IS WEIRD?!" Daemon questioned.
Ria flinched from the yell and backed away. Rhaenyra noticing this spoke to Daemon "Don't scare her Daemon. We can get our answers". She turned to Ria and smiled softly "Maybe we can speak inside your house?".
"I-i am Allaria Black , call me Ria" .
Ria understanding the gravity of the bizzare situation, took them into her home.
Ria POV:
I am freaking out. What is happening? Are they really Targaryens? Is a dragon now going to come flying in?
Actually, I am not really surprised. You see, sometimes I get these weird dreams about dragons and Targaryens. I just didn't give them much thought thinking it was caused by my excessive readings of fanfiction and dissatisfaction with the show ending. But lately I have been dreaming of Rhaenyra and Daemon.
What? Don't judge me, They're both so fine and there is nothing wrong with a few et dreams. But now suddenly they are infront of me. But, how can I be sure they are Targaryens. Well, I got an idea. Fire doesn't hurt a dragon, right! Looks like it to pull a Daenerys 'Unburnt' moment. I turned to them and noticed them looking at me intensely. My cheeks heated. 'Stop embarrassing yourself, Ria'
Normal POV:
"We need to test something". Ria enters the kitchen, opens a cabinet and fetches a lighter and she hurries to the living room.
Rhaenyra looks slightly alarmed at his mate and the unfamiliar object in her hand, worried that she sought retribution for their yelling from earlier.
"Fire doesn't hurt a dragon right. So, you should be unburnt. If not, then..." Ria twirls the lighter in her hands, eyes shifting between the duo.
Daemon immediately understood what she was referring to and willingly stretched out his arm, palm turned upwards. Ria looks at him a little uncertainly, blinks, and gently grabs his hand. She lights the lighter against his.
Rhaenyra looks expectantly at his palm. Ria watches with fascination as thumb looks unblemished. She looks up at Daemon's face and blushes when his eyes met hers, and she promptly let go of his hand.
