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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(In this story, the War of stepstones was won in 115 AC)
Rhaenyra awoke in her lavishly decorated bedroom in the Red Keep, the morning light streaming through the windows. She sat up abruptly, as her maids dressed her, her mind raced with the urgency of the situation and concern for Allaria. She needed to find Daemon and Allaria before anything else happened.
She left her room and entered the hallway. "Good morning, Princess" a voice boomed. She jumped out of her skin and turned right finding Criston Cole looking at her sheepishly. Her expression darkened but she quickly masked it. She needs to get rid of him but she must do it without being suspicious. Her main goal is Allaria currently.
She nodded at Cole and they took a short trek to the council chamber. She grabbed the wine pitcher ad started filling the members cups darkly thinking 'How the hell are they going to serve me one day, if I just fill wine in their cups,My father is really a dumbass. Best we call him Viserys the fool'
Suddenly, Lord Beesbury said " Your Grace, a missive has been sent by Lord Corlys Velaryon informing that they have taken control of the Stepstones and Prince Daemon slew Craghas Drahar of Myr in single combat with his blade, Dark Sister. "
He continued, "Lord Corlys informed that he has set sail to Driftmark to meet his family and would be returning to the Capital in a few moons".
She recognized the day instantly. She understood her situation. Her father had not yet bethrothed her to Laenor and her Kepa is still in the good graces of her father, not for longer though.
Out of the corner of her eye, She noticed Otto's expression turning sour. Till this day, with her Kepa out of the Red Keep, nothing stopped him from explicitly manipulating her father. But with the return of her uncle, he has to deal with another issue. She must keep an eye on him.
Rhaenyra whispered to herself " But where is Allaria?"
Once every member of the council was out of the chamber, She turned to her father ,she took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before approaching him with her request. " Kepa, kostagon eman iā udir? (Father, may I have a word?)"
King Viserys looked up from his parchments, a warm smile spreading across his face at the sight of his daughter. " Hen rhinka, rhaenyra. Skoros iksis ziry? (Of course, Rhaenyra. What is it?)"
Rhaenyra hesitates for a moment "Nyke jeldan naejot spend iā dorolvie tubissa isse Zaldrīzesdōron. Issa ñuha seat hen power se iksan already hen age naejot govern Zaldrīzesdōron. Jaelan naejot jiōragon naejot gīmigon ñuha people se gūrēñagon nūmāzma ruling, kepa"(I wanted to spend a few days in Dragonstone. It is my seat of power and I am already of age to govern Dragonstone. I want to get to know my people and learn about ruling, Father)
Viserys's expression turned hesistant at the mention of leaving his daughter as he didn't want to lose the last part of his beloved Aemma. He sighed, leaning back in his chair.
