Stephen Strange knew at once that something was off the moment he woke up to a woman calling him,
"Prince Rhaegar!" said the dark-haired woman of Mediterranean descent. "My Prince, you are finally awake!"
Stephen frowned at the sight of the woman and said to her, "My apologies, but who are you?"
The woman's face crumpled in despair at Stephen's question. Stephen, on the other hand, did not feel any kind of sympathy towards the woman.
The woman could be an enemy, and this must be one of Thanos' illusion. More than that, there was also the fact that this wasn't in one of the many possibilities he had seen when he had used the time stone in the planet Titan.
However, something was still definitely not right about this whole scenario.
"But it's me, my Prince! Elia Martell! Your betrothed!" the unknown woman cried out, grasping his arm.
"No, you are not." He said as he abruptly stood up, shaking the hand that held him. In turn, his action sent the woman's chair crashing to the ground, and her along with it.
"I do not know you woman, and I do not care to know you." He told her coldly, and he apathetically watch when the woman suddenly burst into tears.
"Prince Rhaegar, that is not the right way to treat a lady, and your betrothed!" said a white-haired old man in white armor, who came to help the lady up.
Stephen eyed him warily, finally taking note of the man who had been standing from the corner of the room.
"And you are?" He asked.
"It's Ser Gerold of the House Hightower." The old knight said, "And I'm one of your King's Guard."
Stephen's brows rose higher at the man's words. "So do you mean to imply that I am your Prince, and your would-be-King?"
"Yes, my prince. You are." The knight said while shortly assisting the crying woman back on her chair. "Now, may I advice Prince Rhaegar that I fetch a Maester for you while you console the Lady Elia?"
"No," came Stephen's curt answer, half-listening to the woman who began sobbing uncontrollably, to Stephen's annoyance.
"I must go." He said to the old man, "If you try to stop me, I will immediately assume that you are my enemy and I will not hesitate to kill you."
After having said his threat, he swiftly began walking towards the door, where he presumed was the exit.
"But my prince!" the old man called out, "Are you not going to visit your friend? I hear he has awakened much earlier than you did."
Stephen paused at the door and turned towards the white knight.
"Who is this friend you speak of?" He inquired suspiciously, and felt naked without his magic cape after briefly inspecting himself.
What surprised Stephen Strange more was the fact that he now had long, silver hair.
'This must be the effect of using that time stone,' He thought. 'I probably look old with my silver hair.'
"Your dear friend Ser Arthur Dayne. He has suffered the same condition as you did and I heard he appeared to be distraught after waking up."
"I do not know the man." He replied in a chilly tone. "And if you try to delay me once more, I will reduce this place into rubble, you and the woman along with it…you Thanos' dogs."
Stephen was about to turn around when the knight exclaimed.
"Thanos?! That's what Ser Arthur Dayne said as well! Ser Arthur was prattling about himself getting killed by this Titan Thanos and wanting to go back to his brother, Thor!"
Stephen froze in his steps. He half-turned to look at the man who was looking at him like he had gone mad. And from what he could tell, the emotions plastered across the man's face was real. Not an illusion.
'Then, the man probably was just a regular human and not an enemy.' Stephen thought.
"Tell me where is this Ser Arthur Dayne is staying," He demanded, but he refrain from using his magic in front of the knight and the lady. "Tell me now and I will not harm you."
"Ser Arthur's rooms is just down the hallway. I believe his sister, Lady Ashara, is with him." Ser Gerold Hightower said hastily. His eyes had grown wide at Stephen's threat.
Stephen nodded his head and said, "Thank you, Ser. I apologize if I have treated you and the lady harshly…"
He then walked towards the door, but paused there to say to the two occupants of the room. "And my name is Stephen Vincent Strange…Not Prince Rhaegar."
Thereafter, Doctor Strange left the room and strode hurriedly towards the direction the knight had indicated.
Towards Ser Arthur Dayne, or rather…Loki Odinson.
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