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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THE SUN STARTED RISING IN THE SKY, casting a warm glow over the Red Keep. The castle was quiet, save for the occasional murmur of guards on their rounds. In her chamber, Allaria slept peacefully.
Suddenly, a soft creak echoed through the room. Allaria stirred, her eyes fluttering open as she sensed movement. Shadows flickered along the walls, and a chill ran down her spine. She sat up, straining to hear, when the door slowly creaked open.
Before she could react, a group of men rushed in, their faces hidden beneath dark hoods. Allaria's heart pounded in her chest as she sprang from her bed, but strong hands grabbed her, pulling her back. She struggled fiercely, her nails raking across her captor's arm as she let out a scream.
"Help! Daemon! Rhaenyra!" Allaria's voice echoed through the chamber, but one of the men clamped a hand over her mouth, muffling her cries.
"Keep her quiet," one of them hissed. "We don't have much time."
Allaria kicked and thrashed, her fear giving her strength, but the men were relentless. They bound her wrists and ankles, their grips bruising her skin. She twisted and turned, trying to break free, but it was no use. They wrapped a cloth around her mouth, stifling her desperate cries.
"Hold her still," another man ordered as they carried her toward the window. Allaria's heart raced as she realized they intended to take her out of the castle. Panic surged through her veins, and she struggled harder, her mind racing with thoughts of escape.
They hoisted her onto a rope, lowering her down the castle wall. Allaria's eyes darted around, searching for any chance to alert someone, but the courtyard below was deserted. The men descended swiftly, their movements practiced and efficient.
When they reached the ground, they hauled her to a waiting carriage. Allaria's breath came in quick, shallow gasps as she realized the full extent of her peril. She had to find a way out, had to get back to Daemon and Rhaenyra.
As they bundled her into the carriage, Allaria managed to twist her hands, loosening the bindings slightly. She waited, biding her time, hoping for an opportunity. The carriage lurched forward, and she took a deep breath, summoning all her courage.
With a sudden burst of strength, she threw herself against the side of the carriage, startling her captors. One of the men reached for her, but she bit down on his hand, her teeth sinking into his flesh. He yelped in pain, but another man quickly subdued her, his grip like iron.
"You'll pay for that," he growled, tightening the bonds around her wrists.
She heard commotion behind her and found Harwin running towards them tackling a man to the ground, smashing his fist over one of her captor's face, she hoped he would save her. But the hope vanished when she saw him fall to the ground due to a blow to his head.
