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 FIRST LIGHT OF DAWN filtered through the heavy curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Daemon, Rhaenyra, and Allaria were tangled together in the large, luxurious bed, their bodies comfortably intertwined. The peaceful silence of the early morning was broken only by their gentle breathing.
The tranquility of the morning was abruptly shattered when Allaria stirred, a hand clamping over her mouth as she bolted from the bed.
Daemon ,groggily waking up," Allaria?"
Rhaenyra blinked sleepily," Where is she going?"
Moments later, the sound of retching echoed from the adjoining chamber. Daemon and Rhaenyra exchanged concerned glances before quickly getting out of bed and hurrying to Allaria's side.
Daemon kneeled beside Allaria, who was hunched over a basin," Allaria, love, what's wrong?"
Allaria wiped her mouth, trying to smile reassuringly," It's nothing, really. Just a bit of an upset stomach."
Rhaenyra rubbed Allaria's back gently," Maybe we should call the Maester."
Allaria shook her head firmly," No, it's not necessary. I'm sure it's nothing serious. Probably just something I ate."
Daemon and Rhaenyra exchanged worried looks, their concern evident despite Allaria's attempt to downplay the situation.
Daemon said gently but firmly," Are you sure, Allaria? We don't want to take any chances with your health."
Allaria spoke smiling weakly," I promise, Daemon. I'll be fine. Let's just get back to bed."
Despite their lingering concerns, Daemon and Rhaenyra helped Allaria back to bed, their movements tender and protective. They settled back into the bed, wrapping themselves around her protectively.
Rhaenyra spoke softly," We just want to make sure you're alright, Allaria. You mean everything to us."
Daemon nodded," If you feel even the slightest bit worse, we're calling the Maester. No arguments."
Allaria sighed but smiled,"Alright, alright. I promise. But I really think it's just a passing thing."
The trio lay back down, their bodies still entwined, but the earlier serenity replaced with a touch of worry. Daemon and Rhaenyra held Allaria a little tighter, their possessive instincts flaring in the face of her discomfort.
Daemon whispered," We'll keep an eye on you, love. Always."
