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 WAS SITTING INFRONT of the mirror in a sea blue gown shimmering with pearls, as Rhaenyra did her hair. She hissed at a particularly harsh pull and Rhaenyra just kissed her brow as apology. Rhaenyra likes to style her in various clothes, not that she is complaining. She loves getting pampered by her mates. She thought happily about the past moons, how she came to love them, not that she told them the 'L' word. She is just waiting for the right time.
Daemon burst through the door, 'always the one for dramatic entry'. She shook her head fondly. He strode and took his seat across from her on the couch with his signature smirk.
"Well well well, what do we have here? The two most beautiful women standing infront of me?" he spoke playfully.
Allaria just winked at him and Rhaenyra poked her tongue at him playfully.
"Well, then what business do you have here, Uncle" she quipped, making Allaria sit on her lap wrapping an arm around her middle on the couch opposite Daemon.
Allaria noticed a pouch on Daemon's doublet and look at it, raising a brow.
Daemon followed her eye and opened it. He took out a necklace which Allaria recognized as the Valyrian steel necklace Daemon gifted to Rhaenyra, which Rhaenyra wore even now.
"Me and Rhaenyra wanted you to have a piece of our history with you always, so we commissioned this necklace in Valyrian steel" he spoke.
But instead of Ruby, the necklace had a pearl as a center piece. He brought it to Rhaenyra and she clasped it around her neck tenderly.
"Thank you, Daemon and Rhaenyra" she breathed out.
She touched it in awe, admiring it. When she looked up she observed them looking at her with a warm smile, with a hint of lust in those lilac eyes.
Gathering her courage, she looked up through her lashes, her heart pounded as she mustered the courage to speak the words that had been building within her. Taking a deep breath, she whispered, " Avy jorrāelan, Daemon Rhaenyra (I love you, Daemon and Rhaenyra.)"
Daemon made a choked sound as if he was out of breath and hooked a finger on her chin and lifted her head to look at her emerald eyes.
The words were soft but carried the weight of her feelings. A hand wind around her torso and Rhaenyra's eyes sparkled with warmth as she rested her head on her shoulder.
Daemon spoke with awe," Avy jorrāelan tolī, sīmontan. Nyke gīmigon iksan daor se olvie vocal issaros lēda feelings. Yn gaoman jorrāelagon ao. Iksā ñuhon, gaomagon daor doubt ziry mire" (I love you too, Rose. I know I am not the most vocal person with feelings. But I do love you. You are mine, do not doubt it ever)
" Īlon jorrāelagon ao, gevie. Kesi mīsagon ao. syt lī qilōni seek naejot ōdrikagon kesā udligon Perzys Ānogār,(We love you, beautiful. We will protect you. For those who seek to harm you will answer Fire and Blood)" Rhaenyra replied, her voice tender and filled with emotion.
