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 THE MORNING, as the first light of dawn filtered through the windows, the dining table was a quiet scene of a new beginning. Allaria, Daemon, and Rhaenyra were seated around the table, enjoying a simple breakfast. The aroma of freshly baked bread, chowder and brewed tea filled the air.
Allaria glanced at Daemon and Rhaenyra, her curiosity piqued. "So, what are the plans for today?" she asked, her voice light and cheerful.
Daemon, ever the strategist, leaned back in his chair. "Rhaenyra and I were discussing some ideas last night. We've been thinking about reviving some of the old projects of Good Queen Alysanne."
Rhaenyra nodded in agreement. "Yes, she had such a vision for the realm. Her efforts in improving the lives of the smallfolk, and to be the next Queen, I must be in the good graces of the common folk."
Allaria's eyes lit up with interest. "Queen Alyssane's projects are a legacy that we must continue, we may not care for the smallfolk much but we need to give them a semblance of happiness so they can stay put and stop fomenting treason. Foods once a day, clean drinking water and some charity will be suffice to satisfy them."
"You are right, Gevie" Rhaenyra said thoughtfully.
Daemon took a sip of his tea, his eyes thoughtful. "We've already begun making plans. We must take care of the Greens too. I wish I could just let Caraxes eat Otto. But alas, poor Caraxes will get indigestion."
Allaria snorted amused. She reached across the table, giving Daemon's hand a gentle squeeze. "Don't worry your pretty head over it, Daemon. We will make Rhaenyra queen." she assured him
"You think I am pretty" Daemon asked mischievously.
Allaria rolled her eyes fondly and turned to Rhaenyra.
Rhaenyra spoke "Maybe you should try to claim a dragon. There is nothing wrong in trying, it will help in showing our power to others and helpfully in creating a cover story for you before introducing to the realm."
"What if I couldn't claim any dragon, I can't die too young" Allaria muttered scared.
Daemon wrapped an arm around her torso and pulled her closer to him. " Don't worry, sīmontan. I will be there to guide you. Maybe you will claim Silverwing, a mount worthy for a Queen-consort."
"Queen-consort?" Allaria questioned curiously.
Rhaenyra replied," Yes, You will be Queen-consort and Daemon will be King-consort , when I become Queen after we marry" as if it's a fact.
Daemon sensing the tension reassured her with a soft smile," We are not marrying today, sīmontan. One day, we will. There is time. But she is just telling what's going to happen."
Allaria smiled at him and relaxed and Rhaenyra squeezed her hand with a fond smile.
