280AC
Cries of a woman resounded throughout the red keep. The atmosphere of the residents, though nervous, was filled with positive expectations. After all, today was the day of the birth of a possible heir to the current 'crown prince' of the seven kingdoms. The cries of the birthing woman, Elia Targaryen nee Martell, wife of the crown prince Rhaegar Targaryen, came to halt after some time.
As Rhaegar entered the birthing chamber, escorted by one of the midwives, he took in the image of his frail looking wife laying on the bed with sweat matted hair clinging to her forehead, looking beautiful as ever. Of course, Rhaegar paid her no mind and instead took in the figure of his newborn, hopping for a son, the prince who was promosed.
"Here, my prince. Its a beautiful girl, the most beautiful newborn I have ever seen in my life. She'll be the gem of the realm, that's for sure!" Maester Pycelle exclaimed as he handed over a little bundle to the prince.
Rhaegar gently took in the form of his girl. Though he felt a bit disappointed that his 'Aegon's' birth was delayed, he couldnt help but agree with the maester. His daughter was the most beautiful little thing he had ever seen in his life. She had beautiful light olive skin, almost pale white, with a tuft of silver Targaryen hair on her head.
'No, not silver, they're almost white'. Rhaegar thought. Well, it wasn't like only a single shade of silver hair was present in the Valaryan offsprings. But these were the most unique hair he had ever seen before.
His child's light Violet eyes were trained in on him, almost as if searching for something.
Rhaegar was pulled out of his ridiculous musings by a tired but joyous voice of his wife.
"Can I see her, my prince?" she asked, her melodious voice rang within the chambers. Rhaegar handed his daughter to Elia, who craddled her gingerly and looked upon her with loving eyes.
"What will be her name?" She asked the prince.
"Her name shall be Rhaenys Targaryen" He spoke with a tone of finality in his voice.
'A rhaenys for my 'Aegon'. He thought as he left the chambers. After all, he had allies to seek, and a kingsom to save from his maddening father. Fatherhood could wait till he had his 'Aegon' and 'Visenya'. And besides, which newborn remembers his/her childhood years, not to mention the moments after birth. Surely he could focus on the more important matters right now.
In the chambers behind him, Elia couldnt fathom why her cute bundle of joy looked to be so abashed at being fed by her breast. Surely, the birthing had taken more out of her than she realized. Well, once rhaenys was fed, she'll just take a nap with her little cutie of a daughter in her bedroom. 'Ah. It should be sin to be so cute after just being born'. She sighed and firmly held rhaenys to her breast, who looked to be trying to get away.
"Just born and already so willful? What will you do once you are older my little angel? Hah... I'll just have to keep you disciplined myself, huh."
As she hummed to her daughter, she was blisfully unaware of the constant single thought running in the now 'renamed' Rhaenys' mind.
'What the f*ck is going on!?'
282AC (sixth moon)
Rhaenys Targaryen sat in the beautiful royal gardens within the red keep, humming to herself while reading a book.
To any observer though, it may seem as the princess was just turning pages of the book to sate her curiosity. After all, which two and a half namedays child can read a thick tome on geography, which grown men may have difficulty in understanding!
Well, if people knew that this little princess was not even a 'human' in the first place, then they would surely have a heart attack.
It had been two and a half years since Suzuki Satouri, now re-named 'Rhaenys Targaryen', found him...HERself pulled out of her new mother - she still gagged at the thought - and into this new world.
One moment, he had been brooding over himself in the throne room of the great tomb of Nazarick; and the next second, here 'SHE' was, being brought to life into this new world, a world away from the hell that her life had become in that toxic, wartorn world. At first, Rhaenys had just thought it to be a prank pulled by the devs. That thought however, had left her mind quickly once she had been manhandled into breastfeeding! Oh the shame! The Supreme being of Nazarick being forced fed!? By a human woman!? Unacceptable!
Well, a few hours were all it took for her to accept her new situation. Of course, her calmness had been due to the fact that she could use her spells! (atleast some basic ones which didnt create much disturbance) Although she now didn't have the Yggdrasil menu or interface, she just 'knew' that she could perform the hundreds of spells she had learnt, along with access to her treasure filled inventory.
Rhaenys had no idea how she had gotten here, but she was content to live in this beautiful, pollution free world, with a privileged lifestyle. The most important thing in this new life of hers was the presence of a family! She had a loving mother, a doting grandmother, and a father who wasn't too bad.. Atleast he wasnt as mad as the king, her grandfather. So Rhaenys was living quite the dream. And she even had all her powers from her avatar momonga, from the game yggdrasil!
Thus rhaenys didn't even mind that she was now of the opposing gender. It must have something to do with the passives of her avatar, which kept her calm and calculative in most situations.
In the past two years, rhaenys had learned a lot about this world by sneeking into the castle library multiple times. This had led her to gain the basic understanding of the world she now resided in.
