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Rhaenyra woke up panting, drenched in a concerning amount of sweat, the kind that comes from a bloodcurdling nightmare, but it was not just a dream; she realized she had gone back in time to when she was seventeen. Way before the Dance of the Dragons, way before her loved ones were dead, way before she was a queen, a mother, a leader, or a soldier. She had gone back to the very beginning, remembering everything that had happened in her past life, and this time, she was determined to set things right.
She will start with her half-siblings, but the sevens seem to enjoy her misery. Why do the three little kids follow her like puppies? Why do they open up to her after a little affection? Why does she feel almost guilty for weaponizing these kids who once murdered her? Why does nothing go as planned?