Author Note: Hey guys, imaginewonderland is back with a new update. I'm not entirely sure about this chapter and that was maybe why it took so long to upload and hey you never know unless you try.

WARNING I guess… This chapter might be a little confusing so I made it some what easier at the end of the chapter. So if you're confused you can go read that.

Thank you and read on!

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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You know that moment when you know something is going wrong but you're literally at a point in your life where you don't give two fucks? But then realize that you should at least give one fuck but found that doing so, makes everything even worse.

Yeah that was me right now.

I knew something was happening to the Room. I could feel it, shaking in ripples and vibrating, contracting. The reason why, wasn't so clear and since it wasn't, I tried not to worry about it.

Key word, tried

Wondering the whys will only have you run in circles, losing your mind as you tried to come up with reasons as to why this and that was happening..

I've learned it was better to just go with the floo. Shoot now and ask questions later and then hopefully see if the person shooting you was still alive to get questions from.

See, simple….. Except it wasn't.

For some reason, I always found myself in a type of situation where it was damn near impossible finding the reason why.

Like, why my mother never told me she was dealing with the mafia? Even better, why was they targeting me when she was perfectly alive, just sitting there doing nothing, wearing a big ole sign saying ''here I am, here I am. How do you do?'

Being in this Room was another example, another perfect one was why this whole thing started in the first place.

I knew i was being chased by my Biological father's mob,

why?

Don't know, did i question it?

Yes, I did questioned it. Questioned the fuck out of it, actually.

Did I almost died doing that?

Yes. Yes I did.

Quite ironic given my current situation.

But back to the point, I learned that questioning things only denied the inevitable. Sooner or later, the reason why will be revealed, it seemed to me that the more I question it, the longer it will take to be revealed and then when it is, it backfire: on me 10 times as much if I simply just waited.

Fate was a bitch like that. At least to me, most definitely.

A prime example of Fate being petty demonstrated itself when I tried to ignore the slowly closing Room, which was hard because I couldn't help my natural curiosity, it was like a need to find out why the Room was closing in on me, why was this strange liquid seemed to be filling the Room at rapid pace? What was going on?

You know the saying, curiosity killed the cat,

The Room seemed to pause, stopping all it weird movements and I saw something, something bright just at the edge of my peripheral and I wondered what it was, my mistake.

But satisfaction brought it back.

Just then the Room exploded.

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The thing about birth is that there's was a reason why babies don't remember when they're pushed out or the couple of months that follows after it.

It could be that its brain doesn't have the capacity to store such horrid memories this early in life, which was great and now that I think about it I was grateful that i didn't remember it the first go 'round because this was some bullshit.

Being aware that you was shoved out of a vagina….remembering the feeling of being covered in gunk... and blood and…...fluids.

I was attached to a …. Coming out of a…..

Why couldn't I just blank this part of my new life and Why do i have to remember this in whole vividly? Why couldn't I just wake up, in like a 5 year old body and find my way from there? Even better why did I even have to go through this in the first place?

Like I said, fate was a bitch.

It took a bit, but I got there. After a couple of days,weeks hell it could have been months, i got to the point where I was semi-ok with the fact that I was rebirthed.

A no easy feat, I tell you that.

It took everything in me, not to lash out when everything became real, when it became reality. I had thought it was after my ''Rebirth', I knew that I had a second chance of life, I realized that, but for some reason it didn't sink in, like... I haven't fully realized what Rebirth means.

Like I haven't realized that I was in all case basically a baby; a newborn, that I had a new family, living in a place that was far from home, dealing with people that I wasn't familiar with, doing things that was out of my comfort zone.

I didn't know what I had been thinking, maybe I was thinking that this whole thing was like a do over, and I was Rebirthed into the same family and my past memories was like cheat codes. I knew the exact moment where shit hit the fan, maybe knowing what I know now, I could have prevented the things leading up to that.

So when I realized that, that wasn't the case, i… Don't know what happened, it was like I shut down.

I'm not home.

I mean I didn't stop functioning, I just sorta existed because if I didn't...

I am/was a naturally curious person, I had to find out for myself why I couldn't touch that stove? Why couldn't I go into the building that clearly said ''DANGER: DO NOT ENTER" and of course I was told plenty of valid reasons why I couldn't touch that stove; you get burned, why I couldn't go Inside; structure unstable , it was like a need to experience these things for myself.

Have you ever heard the saying, don't poke the sleeping bear?

Yeah? Well me and that bear was well acquainted.

And of course fate shits on me by me going to the hospital on both accounts to get treated for third degree burns and multiple broken bones and fractures.

I had to teach myself to trust the reasons. If there was a reason why I shouldn't do such and such, then there was no reason for me to go out of my way to prove something that was already proven.

Long story short I was a very hard headed child.

As I grew older, i realized that I didn't get the better end of the bargain when it came to the thing called curiosity. It was hard but I learned to not let this curiosity enhancement as I like to call it, control me and in some cases when I resisted, fate rewarded me for being cautious by small miracles.

But anyway back to the I mean I didn't stop functioning, I just sorta existed thing, since I am naturally curious it was like a blow to the chest when I just stopped. When you're faced with something new, you wonder about it, you ask questions, you get reasons and facts. You learn about it and I think that was my thing all along, was me learning for myself and when I'm faced with this… New experience, I did something that I was so used to doing.

I went with the flow.

Don't question it when someone comes and breast feeds me, Don't question it when someone cleans up after me, don't question the urge to cry at every little thing. Dont question...

But I think it was more than that. More than for me just going with the flow. It had something more to do with me realizing that I wasn't reborn into my old life, there was this fear..

I'm not home…. Then… if I'm not home then Where am-

And if I thought about it...

I'm not home… where-

Then it will makes itself real.

Where Am… Who-

But you can't not not think. You can't ignore your thoughts, you can stop it from finishing but you can't stop it from starting.

If I'm not….. Then where-

If I was to finish that thought.

If I'm not home… Then where….

Then it will just steam roll from there.

If I'm not home… Then where…. Who are…

And I won't be able to handle it, that overwhelming fear and realization… Because i won't be able to bounce back from this especially not in my current state and it will be just like fate to make my worse fears come true because..

If I'm not home, then Where am i? If my mom

Not my mom then who are these people? Who's taking care of me? What/Who are these people?

Author Note: So just in case you're confused, there's this word that describes a person who doesn't understand the possible danger of doing something,( for whatever reason I can find the word But if any of you know the word I'm looking for please review it) Rheasaria doesn't understand why she can't do certain things. She gets that, for example if she touches the stove she will get burned/Hurt what she doesn't understand is why she gets hurt. So she goes out of her way to find out why and this is where 'Fate' comes in, because she still goes and touches the stove, the result of that was her getting hurt like what her mom told her would happened, so Fate would be the one to actually hurt her in this case. It like Cause and Effect with Fate being the Effect. Cause: she touches the stove, even after her mom tells her what will happened if she do, Affect: fate burns her.

***Spoiler alert** this is important because when she's in the game of thrones she won't have anybody to tell her why so when she does something Fate won't be against her it will work in her favor*** this doesn't make any sense but it will when we get there.

Hopefully you guys Understand, if you don't then you can PM and I can explain there in full detail and plus it will be more of this in later chapters.

So this chapter was mostly about Rheasaria realizing that she had been reborn but not in the way she expects. She thought she will have another chance at her old life but that's not how reincarnation works and is thrown in a loop. She's not prepaid to face the fact that she has no idea where she's at and is afraid to question her new life and if doing so will make her worst fears come to life.

I want to thank Mary D. Black2000 for your review of If Only. It was lovely and much appreciated and if someone did read it, but didn't still didn't like it, still thank you.

Good Night/Morning to you all. Until next update.