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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DAEMON SECURED ALLARIA on the saddle while Shrykos playfully nipped at Caraxes and Syrax wings. Rhaenyra hoped Shrykos is playing. Thank you very much, She loved her dragon with wings intact. She hoped her surprise was ready in the Red Keep. They secured their saddles and flew towards the Red Keep.
Viserys was sitting in his chambers looking over his model of Valyria when he heard it. The Velaryons came a week prior for the celebration of Stepstones Victory. Speaking to his cousin Rhaenys has a soothing balm to his soul, there is still a tension between them after the Council 101. But Corlys was happy with the Betrothal between Laenor and Rhaenyra.
The telltale sounds of a dragon's roar. This would usually not be much cause for concern except for the fact that he did not recognize the sound. Standing to move towards his window he looked out to see a very large black dragon soaring over King's Landing. He did not recognize the dragon. This must be the mysterious rider. It was pitch black with gold flecks that shimmered in the sunlight. It almost looked like his beloved Balerion except for the gold flecks. He almost felt like he was dreaming. What is this? He looked closer and to his astonishment found that the dragon had a black haired rider. His mouth dropped open as he watched the dragons descend to land in the dragon pit.
Once he could see them no more he shook his head. Had this been a hallucination? He was rubbing his eyes when the urgent knock came. The doors opened unceremoniously to reveal his Hand. Otto Hightower rushed into the room, his eyes wider than he had ever seen.
"Your Grace, a wild dragon has been spotted landing in the dragon pit along with Syrax and Caraxes All three were carrying riders." Otto spoke rapidly, his speech rising as he continued.
Any other day Viserys may have found amusement in the discomposure of his usually unflappable Hand but today his inner feelings mimicked the man's agitation.
"Send a carriage to the pit and escort these dragon riders to the Keep. Once they have freshened up. I will meet them in the throne room and invite the Velaryons too from their chambers, they must be curious too"
In the Velaryon chamber, the Velaryon family gathered around a long table just lounging in the room. The atmosphere was serene, but that was about to change.
A messenger entered, bowing deeply. "Lord Corlys, Lady Rhaenys, I bring news about the Hand."
Corlys looked up, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Speak, then. What news?"
The messenger cleared his throat, trying to suppress a grin. "There's a rumor spreading through the Red Keep. It is said that Otto Hightower was seen visiting King Viserys late at night... in a rather compromising position."
