I wasn't normal.

I knew that I wasn't normal.

I knew that people knew that I wasn't normal.

It was just that people didn't know why I wasn't normal.

Maybe it was the fact that I was a Targaryen.

Or

it was the fact that I was the only daughter of the mad king.

Or

It was my freakish Blueish purple eyes that sometimes turn to slits when I'm annoyed or upset.

But the real reason why I was not normal was because I was a product of rebirth, not that anyone knew but still.

I mean, I tried to play the part.

The part of a small child. I tried to play the part of the perfect daughter, I tried to play the part of a Princess.

The thing was, was that I wasn't a small child, I was 19 years old, I wasn't the perfect daughter, I was the rotten apple out of the bunch and I damn for sure wasn't a Princess. I was the furthest thing from it.

At first I didn't know that I was reborn. I didn't know that I spent 9 months in a womb.

What I did know what that I spent what seem like forever in a pressurized room that was way too small. I also knew that I hated it and call it paranoia but I'm pretty sure that I wasn't alone in there.

When I did realize that I was reborn it was a couple of minutes after my rebirth. I didn't even know i was pushed out, for some odd reason I was really out of it. Too busy thinking of the past to really focus on the present.

Being in that 'Room' for so long have given me plenty of time to think of my past life. But we're not gonna get into that right now.

Just know that In order to be reborn you need to die. And I had died a very lame and horrible death. I mean the reason was good, you know defending yourself, protecting your family and all that jazz.

I mean but really, who dies running down steps.
I mean I was being chased by my Biological father's; yeah Fathers, mob.

I was using high level parkour to maneuver around roof tops and buildings and it just so happened that the gap was too big to jump across.

Oh looky there, is that stairs?

I hit the first landing hard rolling to my feet, I turned the corner to hit the second level and then..

Blank.

Like no shit that's it.

To this day i still didn't know what happened.

I was broken out of my daze when I felt big rough hands touch me. My eyes snapped opened and saw everything was in a blur. I thought there was something wrong with my eyes, I didn't know that babies had undeveloped eyes the first few months of birth, seeing how I didn't know I was a baby and had just been pushed out of a vagina, cause you know, that wasn't what I was expecting to happen when i had died.

Everything was just so loud and it was hard to concentrate. It was like a loud buzz that steadily got louder until it became deaf defying. None of it was making any sense and I was quickly becoming scared, but mama didn't raise no Bitch so I shoved that fear down until it was barely noticeable. Instead changing that fear into determination to find out what the fuck was going on.

I focused and pushed past the loud buzzing, realizing that I could pick out what sounded like mumbling.

"Queen….. Twins….. A …..Princess" I heard through the buzzing as I was physically moved.

The fuck?

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