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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RHAENYRA'S CHAMBERS in the Red Keep is adorned with luxurious fabrics and delicate decorations in preparation for the wedding that is destined not to happen. Sunlight filters through the windows, casting a warm glow on the scene.
Allaria stood behind Rhaenyra, carefully fastening the delicate golden buttons of her wedding dress. The gown was a masterpiece, with intricate golden details that shimmered in the light, perfectly complementing the pure white fabric. Rhaenyra looked radiant, but there was a tense, unspoken understanding between the two women.
Allaria spoke gently to her mate "You look absolutely stunning, Rhaenyra. Like a true queen."
Rhaenyra's eyes met Allaria's in the mirror, a sad smile playing on her lips.
Rhaenyra "Thank you, Allaria. Though we both know this wedding is nothing but a farce."
Allaria paused, her hands resting on Rhaenyra's shoulders, offering comfort.
Her wedding gown was of pure white, with gold detailing around the sleeves and a wide skirt. Rhaenyra beamed at her reflection in the mirror, running her hands along the bodice.
Then, Marlene Tully entered with a worried expression on her face. "Princess," she started, "there is...something you need to know."
Rhaenyra turned, frowning. "What is it? Has something happened to my father?" Despite their issues, she still loved him, and if something had happened to him...
But her lady merely shook her head. "It is the queen. I ran into one of her maids in the hall, and she told me that her grace intends to wear...green tonight."
"Green?"
Behind her, Amelia Tyrell, Warden to House Hightower, squeaked. "It is the color of war, princess. When House Hightower calls its banners, the flame atop the Oldtown turns green."
Rhaenyra gasped with mock sad expression of a innocent maid whose wedding is getting spoiled due to her evil stepmother, "But why?"
Anger coursed through her right then and there. How dare she? On her best friend's wedding day, Alicent planned on wearing the color of war. And why? Because Rhaenyra had a good life while the queen was stuck fucking a man twice her age. That bitch really has guts
Laenor's chambers in the Red Keep is filled with a mixture of nervous energy and excitement. Laenor stands before a large mirror, dressed in his elaborate wedding attire. Daemon and Joffrey are by his side, preparing him for both the wedding and the escape plan.
Daemon adjusted Laenor's collar with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with mischief."You look the part of the groom, Laenor. Now, remember the plan. Make sure everyone's eyes are on you, then make your grand escape."
