Queen Rhaenyra: The Mother Come Again

She burned once. She lost her throne, her dragons, her children - and her life.

But when Rhaenyra Targaryen opened her eyes again, she was sixteen once more, a maiden in her father's court, and the memory of betrayal still burned in her veins. This time she will not falter, nor rely on dragons and blood alone. This time she will wield a weapon her enemies could never foresee - the Faith itself.

Crowned by prayer, cloaked in innocence, she will turn Oldtown, the Sept, and the Hightowers into her shield. Even Otto Hightower will believe she kneels - while in truth, she bends him to her will.

The realm will call her "The Mother Come Again."
But beneath the silks and the smiles waits the dragon who remembers - and the Greens will never see her coming.

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For every reader who ever wished the Black Queen had one more chance -
a chance to outplay them all, not with fire, but with faith.

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This is not the story of the Rhaenyra we know.
This is the story of the Rhaenyra who remembers.
Given a second life, she will build her throne not only with dragonfire, but with patience, masks, and shadows. She will be what her first life could not: pious, humble, beloved of the Faith - the Mother reborn in the eyes of Westeros.

But behind the veil, she remains Fire and Blood.

Every decision she makes - her marriage to Alaric Hightower, her tears in the Sept, her tender mask of innocence - is a dagger. Every kindness hides a trap. And the Faith, the nobles, even Otto himself will not realize until it is too late that the dragon never knelt.

This is my retelling of the Dance - a Rhaenyra who wins not only with dragons, but with faith.