Author Note: So it's almost a week and I'm blown away by the amount of views, favorites, followers and reviews I've gotten so far for this story for it to only been posted it recently.
I posted another story, If Only, a shameless OC fanfiction, something you should check it out, I mean you don't have to, but if you want to, I will gladly appreciated it if you do, and to sweeten the deal, I will post two chapters if, "If Only" gets double its reviews, favorites and followers.
I already have the next two chapter outlined but If Only gets at least 10 more reviews, favorites and followers than it does now, I post double chapters back to back sometime in the next couple days or the next week.
You guys don't have to and I could post the next chapter sometime by the end of next week, cause I take forever for chapters to be posted but its what ever you guys decided.
But if you do decide to do this, I give you until Monday, December 26, 2016 to get the reviews, favorites and followers up and that same Monday, or Tuesday, December 27, 2016 you will received two updates.
Review response.
Guest: thank you for reviewing and thank you for your love of the story. I'm glad that my story could make you laugh, what part in the story actually made you laugh like that? I'm curious.
enuj1799: you is certainly on the right track when it comes to her and magic. Also thank you for your review.
Guest: I have to say you review made me the most happy. You actually digged deep and went farther than what I was expecting. Jamie managed to get inside her room without anyone noticing because he knows the rotation of the guards, knows what time it's the less busy around the castle, knows when the wet nurse comes and tends to the princess. He knows all of this because he's a member of the kingsguard and he uses his position to his advantage. I'm also taking what you said into consideration as I write the next couple of chapters. Thank you for your review.
Shade (Guest): thank you for you review and I'm glad that you're looking forward to the next chapter.
Arianna Le Fay: thank you for your love for the story and your review. She will be the Dragon Queen and she will have some of Dany's titles not all since i don't want Rheasaria to take Dany's place in GoT. She will be more of a guide to Dany as Dany grows up but Rheasaria will find that the reason why she was placed in the GoT was to grow in the same way that Cannon!Daenerys did. I hope that makes sense. I also have an idea for Jon snow Aegon but we is nowhere near the right season for that to happen.
Welisarne (Guest): thank you for your comment and for your review.
Iris D. Peverell: thank you for your review and I will.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Games of Thrones and any of its many characters. I don't own anything you recognize when it comes to the show, They all belong to the person who created them. I do own Rheasaria and anything you don't recognize.
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It was hot,
it wasn't really noticeable until someone came in and pulled the blanket over me, tucking me in and I would kicked out with my baby feet, knocking it off me and someone would squeal and make cute baby sounds as they tuck me back in like it wasn't Fuckin 90 degrees outside.
... God it was annoying.
Matter of fact, this whole situation was annoying. When I had died, reincarnation was the last thing I was expecting to happen to me, not that I was expecting anything to happen to me in the first place but still.
There was so much talk of what happens when you die. There's rumors about what happened right before you die, while you're in the process of dying and what comes after it,
not that I believed any of the bullshit but still, it given my baby mind something to focus on as the days dragged on.
When I jumped down those stairs, stupidly closing my eyes for just a second as I braced the familiar impact I will feel in my knees and at the bottom of my feet every time I jumped a distance, I wasn't expecting to wake up in a dark confined room as soon as I reopened them. I sure as hell wasn't expecting the comfort of being in said dark room either.
It was safe to say I wasn't expecting any of it at all.
What I had been expecting was me hitting those stairs expertly, running for my life, something I did for all my life, dodging knives and gunfire as I desperately tried to get to the safe house before they could get to me.
So imagine my surprise when I woke up in the room, enjoying the comfort that it was strangely giving me, not being able to move a muscle, but being able to float aimlessly in this dark abyss.
I spent most of that time freaking out, wondering if i had actually been caught and I was being transported to some unknown location or some shit but as time pass I start to realised that nothing was happening to me.
Physically, mentally, hell spiritually.
Nothing.
I wasn't being bothered,
I wasn't being touched, except for that weird perverted brush against my side every now again that used to freak me the fuck out but now I'm just used to it.
And since I wasn't being bothered, it lead me to think that maybe i wasn't caught and had teleported or some shit when i jumped those stairs but then I realized, that was stupid because surely if I teleported in here then surely I could teleported the fuck out of here.
But alas that wasn't it, so I crossed that out of my mental makeshift list of the things that could have happens to me.
Captured
Teleported
As time went on, the more ideas that came to mind, Alternative Dimension, TARDIS staircase, pocket dimension, was promptly crossed out as there was no possible way any of the reasons i came up with could lead to me being in this room.
Like how the fuck does a TARDIS staircase, end up with me being in this damn room.
As I was running down the stairs, I must've stepped on a tricked staircase and it triggered the staircase into teleporting me into this room, like how in the original TARDIS police booth, you had to use the phone itself to trigger the doorway that lead you into the bigger on the inside then the outside room.
Which now that I think about it, it could be plausible and I was willing to blame a Fuckin' TARDIS staircase as to the reason why I was in this god forsaken room, but then my brain went and Fucked it up all up with logic, because surely I wasn't the only one on that staircase and if that was the case, wouldn't the men that was chasing me end up in here too?
Thinking this I realized that for there to be a TARDIS staircase there had to be some type of alternative universe or pocket dimension that I had to be in for that idea to even work and then it brought me back to how the hell did I end up in a alternative universe or in a pocket dimension and I started making a list for that and…
Yup, full circle here guys.
So those ideas was crossed off my mental list.
Captured
Teleported
Alternative Dimension
TARDIS staircase
Pocket dimension
And then one horrible idea that I was desperately trying not to think about, started to look more real as each idea was crossed off.
Captured
Teleported
Alternative Dimension
TARDIS staircase
Pocket dimension
Death
Death is the only thing that could maybe, possibly explain this whole thing. It would explain me being in this room, which could be that the room i was in, was the waiting room for judgement or that the room i was in, actually was a big ass coffin that held my dead body inside it, which still doesn't fully explain things.
How I died and why, is still up for debate and thinking about it, is really just a big mind fuck.
This whole situation is a mind Fuck.
And the whole death thing is the only thing that, sorta makes sense- Actually wait, now that I think about it, it don't make much sense but death was the only plausible and most likely to happen out of the whole mental list and even just thinking about it now, makes my head hurt and my heart beat wildly in my chest in fear, so I did what i do best.
Ignore the fuck out of it and hope that it fixes itself or hope that some things could be explained on its own pace, without my influencing it, whatsoever.
Childish, I know but it worked.
The thing that was slightly bugging me and making me doubt that I was truly dead and awaiting judgement or my dead body was in a coffin was that fact that I felt no pain being in this room only comfort which was a even bigger mind Fuck because I would assume that being dead gave you the opposite of warmth. I had no idea why being in this room gave me such a feeling.
So I decided to ignore it and to not think too much of things.
To just let it floo,
So I sat there and tried to relax. It was slightly weird because my brain wouldn't shut up but I somehow managed, managed to sit there and float aimlessly, not over thinking and it was working.
But then life or whatever the fuck it was, decide to fuck me over.
Again
Not once,
but twice.
All in the same time frame too.
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