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Lyanna Stark can only gape at the man who calls himself Aegon I Targaryen. The man himself sits on his throne room in Dragonstone. Now, fully dress in his royal regalia, he looks absolutely imposing and regal at the same time.
Fortunately, there are no audience to witness Lyanna's lack of propriety.
"You really are him!" Lyanna blurts out, her eyes wide with wonder. "You are Aegon the Conqueror!"
"Yes, I am." The man says in amusement as he leans back on his throne. "Since you already know who I am, may I know who you are, my lady?"
"My name is Lyanna Stark, your grace." She tells him while she executes a graceful and deep curtsy.
"A Stark huh?" The King says contemplatively. "What does a Stark doing so far from the North?"
Lyanna doesn't have an answer to that.
"I believe I am lost, your grace…" She tells the silver-haired King.
I'm lost in time. She thinks.
"You are lost?" the King inquires. "How come?"
"I can't really say, your grace." She says to him, sounding torn. She can't very well tell him that she's from the future, can she?
"I am simply lost," she states.
"Then, you need not worry Lady Lyanna for I can help you get back to the North if that is what you desire." King Aegon says as he stands up and walks towards her.
"But your grace –" Lyanna begins to protest, panicking when she realizes what the King implies.
I can't go to the North. She thinks, I'm not of this time, so that means that my family won't be there. They haven't even been born yet!
"Do you not want to go back to your home?" King Aegon asks, frowning at her.
"I do, your grace." She replies, "However, but the home I know is not there."
"Where do you live then, if not the North where most of the Starks are?" He asks her while he stands before her.
"I – I –" Lyanna begins to worry as she realizes that she has no answer to the King's question.
She just really wants to go home at that moment, especially to avoid the King's probing question. She doesn't want to change the past by being there for longer than a minute.
Please, I just want to go home! She thinks desperately while the King waits for her response. I want to go back to Winterfell! Please!
She feels more than see when the third eye on her forehead opens. If it isn't for the look of shock on the King's face and the sight of him stepping back away from her, Lyanna would have thought she imagined it, but she is right. Her third eye is open and Lyanna feels a familiar pressing sensation in her strange eye.
"What are you?!" King Aegon asks, looking quite horrified, but Lyanna barely registers his words and his expression for she suddenly sees a portal opening just behind the King.
"I'm sorry!" Lyanna says to him before she hurriedly leaps forward towards the portal.
The King lets out a startled shout at her action.
Once she's inside the portal, Lyanna turns around just in time for the portal to close behind her.
The last thing she sees of the King is the sight of him gaping back at her.
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Lyanna lets out a sigh of relief. However, she becomes startled by the sound of someone clearing their throat.
She whirls around and sees a man sitting near the window while holding a harp in his hand. It suddenly dawns on her that she isn't even in the North yet, but instead she is standing in someone else's bedroom.
"I'm sorry," she says hurriedly to the man with long, silver hair.
The man only stares at her in silence. His eyes are wide as he fixes those purple orbs on her.
"Who are you and how are you able to enter my room?" the man asks her in a soft voice.
She scrutinizes the man closely and realizes that he must be a Targaryen since the man has long silver hair and purple eyes.
Perhaps I am in a different time again? She thinks in concern. I can't talk to him or he'll find out that I'm not from here! I must leave before he discovers it!
"My name is Lyanna and I shall be leaving now," She says before deciding to bolt for the nearest exit.
"Wait!" the silver-haired man calls out after her, but Lyanna is already moving towards the door.
"I said wait, my lady!" the man demands from behind her. For a moment, she glances back and sees the man running to intercept her.
Panicking, Lyanna opens the door and is ready to run for it, when she suddenly slams into a man in white armor just outside the door.
"Woah!" the man says as he catches Lyanna by the waist before she falls down on the floor.
"Arthur! Don't let her go!" The silver-haired man orders from behind her.
The arm around her waist tightens and Lyanna looks up and meets the dark violet eyes of the Kingsguard who holds her.
No, no, no, She thinks with dread as she begins to struggle against the white knight.
"Let me go!" She yells at him, trying to push herself away from him. However, the knight is strong and he only tightens his hold on her, drawing her closer to his unyielding body.
"I think not, my lady." The knight drawls at her. His dark violet eyes flashing in amusement at her futile attempts to escape.
"Thank you Arthur for stopping her." The other man says to the Kingsguard and Lyanna can only glare at the Targaryen in anger.
"Come into the room Arthur and bring her inside. I have questions for her." The Targaryen man says while he steps back into the room.
"May I ask who she is, your grace?" the knight, whose name is Arthur, asks while he drags Lyanna inside the room.
"She tells me her name is Lyanna. However, I'm curious to know how she is able to get past you and into my room without either you or me noticing her presence. How are you able to do it, my Lady?" The Targaryen directs his question at Lyanna but she remains tight-lipped.
"My lady, can you answer the Prince's question?" the Kingsguard says, clamping a hand on her shoulder to prevent Lyanna from running away again.
"I don't have an answer to his question," Lyanna replies coldly, reaching out to dig her fingers into the knight's hand on her shoulder. "Now, let me go!"
"I don't think so, my lady. At least not yet. Not until you answer the question." The Targaryen Prince says.
There is a moment of silence as Lyanna regards the two men before her.
"I will answer your question if you answer mine first." She suddenly decides to say.
"What is your question then, my Lady?" the Prince inquires.
"Where am I and what year it is?"
The Kingsguard and the Prince exchange glances like she has just asked the most bizarre question.
"You are in Dragonstone, my lady. Of the year 280 After the Conquest."
Lyanna lets out a sigh of relief at the realization that she was back in her own time.
"Now, that I have answered your questions. Can you answer my question now, my lady?" the Prince says to her.
However, Lyanna remains silent. Her mind racing with different plans to escape. In seconds, she has a plan form in her mind and hopes it work.
She closes her eyes and begins to desperately pray to be transported back to Winterfell once more.
Please! Please! Please! I want to go back to Winterfell! To the Godswoods! Please! She pleads inwardly.
She doesn't wait long before there is a prickling sensation on her forehead where her third eye is, and she knows at once that her plan must be working. Lyanna opens her eyes just as her third eye activates and tears a portal in the room.
Both the Prince and the Kingsguard let out a gasp of shock at the sight of either her third eye or the portal that appears in the middle of the room. Lyanna is too distracted to see the men's reaction for her eyes are already set on the wintry landscape she can see beyond the portal. Immediately, she knows that it is Winterfell she is seeing in front of her.
Without hesitation, Lyanna Stark darts forward and straight into the portal.
However, to her dismay, she hears both the Prince and the Kingsguard pursuing her a moment later. They run through the portal to follow her, where they instantly enter the Godswood of Winterfell.
"So that's how you are able to come into my room," the Prince says as he stares at her in wonder.
Lyanna doesn't respond, instead she watches as the portal closes behind them.
As the portal disappears, she soon realizes that the Prince and the Kingsguard are there in the North with her.
Lyanna Stark begins to curse beneath her breath at the realization that she is in deep trouble.
Her Lord father is going to be furious if he finds out about this.