Warnings for this chapter: foul language. Author's notes can be found at the end of the chapter.

It turned out that I had been very wrong. Whatever had happened between me falling into the waters of the Jardins de la Fontaine and mysteriously arriving at Highgarden had made it so no matter how many times I closed my eyes at night to rest, I was still stuck in this foreign land. After my first night in Highgarden, I assumed that this nightmare was going to go for another few more days, but it had been almost two weeks since I had arrived in Westeros and I was still stuck. I tried to spend every waking moment trying to find a way to go back home, but Ethel and other servants made sure that I was always on schedule for my meals and lessons. It was very rare that I had a moment to myself during the day.

The thought of being stuck in a medieval universe was depressing, but I couldn't linger on those kinds of thoughts as my "younger brothers" were growing suspicious of me. On my third day in Highgarden, Mychal had given me a confused look when I asked him to explain the rules of a game that he and I apparently frequently played. I needed to adapt, and although I was somewhat familiar with this universe, I didn't know how to move forward. Still despite my strange behavior, Mychal and Wyllem would drag me away to play games with me when we didn't have lessons.

To make matters worse, Dyanne had noticed that something wasn't right with me. We shared our lessons with the maesters and whenever one of them would ask me a question, I would fumble with an incorrect answer. As a result, Dyanne would look at me with confusion and I would reply with a shrug of my shoulders. At one point, I could swear that I had heard one of the maesters grumble that I had regressed to a commoner. I knew I should be upset, but I was a woman stuck in the body of a teenage girl in a world that wasn't my own. The only thing that I had going for me was that I had seen all seasons of Game of Thrones so I wasn't dealing with all of this totally blind.

I really thought that I wouldn't be staying here long, but this nightmare seemed to have a life of its own and so after the fifth day of being stuck in Highgarden, I worked hard to try to blend in within my new environment. I made an effort to pay more attention during my lessons and whenever I had any sort of free time, I holed myself up in "my father's" library to study anything and everything about Westeros. I first began by reading books on the laws of Westeros, as I didn't want to accidentally commit any crimes and win whatever was the Westeros equivalent of a Darwin award upon my death for doing something stupid.

I took careful and diligent notes of the things that I knew I would need to remember, such as the fact that lords had stewardships over their lands, but if needed, the King would have the final say on an issue that required his action. Some of the laws were common sense laws, like don't commit murder although from what I remember from watching Game of Thrones, murder tended to be overlooked by people in positions of power, much like back home.

Days passed by and I moved on from the basic laws of the land, as there were way too many laws to go over, to the customs and social structures. There were many books on those two topics and reading them did not leave me feeling better about myself. There were a lot of social customs and all of it was very overwhelming. At one point, I had spent an entire day trying to figure out how to appropriately address every different type of person and I was still getting all the titles and gestures mixed up.

It was on my ninth day in Highgarden that I decided to gather all the paper that I could, or as Ethel called it, "parchment," and make my own personal guide on how to deal with people according to their social standing. I had begun with how to address people of a similar social standing as mine, since I needed to figure out how to interact appropriately with my siblings without raising any more red flags.

My concentration was slightly broken upon hearing footsteps approaching, and soon a person's shadow was hanging over me. "Ethel, can you get me more ink for my pot? I'm almost out," I stated, without looking away from the book on Westerosi social structure.

"Aryanne, what are you doing?" Dyanne asked.

Oh, fuck.

Despite all the studying I had done, everything I knew about addressing people flew out the window at the surprise visit from my "older sister."

I looked up from my book, my eyebrows scrunching and my head tilted to the side. "I'm reading," I carefully replied, unsure of what she wanted me to say.

"Some of the servants have begun to talk about your sudden interest in our father's books, especially those on laws and customs."

Thankfully, I had thought up a lie to say in case anyone wanted to question my reading choices. "I haven't been doing well in my lessons lately and I'm tired of Maester Tomas' exasperated sighs, so I'm reviewing."

Dyanne let the barest hint of a smile come onto her face as she knew very well of Maester Tomas' current frustration with me, but that smile quickly disappeared as a soft frown took its place.

"Then why are you reading on things that we have known since we were babes," Dyanne asked after peering over my shoulder to get a better look at my reading material and the notes that I had scribbled on the various papers surrounding the book on the desk I was sitting at. I quickly gathered all of my notes and tried to find a subtle way to hide what I had written. Of course, my version of subtlety ended up being laying the upper half of my body on the desk to cover my tracks. I didn't want her to know how much I really didn't know.

"I'm just reviewing," I said again. "My thoughts have been fuzzy since I fell into the fountain and I want to make sure that I know what I think I know."

Dyanne tilted her head to the side and from the look on her face, I could tell that I had said something wrong. I couldn't tell if it was because my lie was bad, or if I had used words that weren't used in Westeros. It could have also been a combination of both things, but I couldn't dwell on that. I would just have to read more and try harder. The more I read, the more I could see how people spoke around here.

To fix whatever wrong I had committed, I sat up and reached out to hold Dyanne's hand. "I'm doing fine, Dyanne. I'm just having trouble recalling some things and I'm doing some extra studying. That's all it is."

Dyanne looked down at our intertwined hands and for a moment, I thought I had messed up, again, but instead of frowning, she smiled at our hands.

She nodded her head and looked up back at me. "Is there anything that is troubling you?"

I shook my head. "No, I'm fine."

Dyanne's smile was replaced with a grimace and she let out a breath. "Then I will leave so that you may continue your studies." She let go of my hand and started to walk away. She had only taken a few steps, when suddenly she turned to face me. "It's alright if you are not well, Aryanne. I hope that you know that I will always be here, should you need someone to speak with and confide in. When you are ready, you may tell me what plagues you."

With that, Dyanne quickly left the library, which allowed me to let out a breath that I hadn't realized I was holding in. Looking down at all the notes that I had taken so far, which consisted of a small stack of a handful of pages, I thought over what she had said. I wanted to tell her everything, but she would think that I am crazy, which would be a reasonable reaction. If someone had told me the same thing, I'd also think that they were insane.

I sighed, pushing away the thoughts of the conversation that had just transpired. As I read through the notes that I had taken, the letters on the page seemed to blur. I wanted to continue reading up on social customs, but my encounter with Dyanne had shaken me up and I couldn't find it in me to concentrate on the words on the page.

Standing up from my seat, I walked to the window of Lord Tyrell's library to give my mind a break from everything. The view of Highgarden was beautiful - it rivaled that of anything that I had seen back home. If I weren't so keen on trying to survive this nightmare, I would have loved to wander and discover Highgarden, but even if I had the time, Ethel always kept an eye on me and I was certain she would have a meltdown if I suggested going outside.

The next few days, I couldn't make it to Lord Tyrell's library. My schedule had been filled to the brim with lessons and after all of our lessons, Dyanne would invite me to cross-stitch with her. She did not say anything when I gave her a blank look after she handed me the cloth, string, and needle. When she saw that I had no idea how to proceed, she dismissed the maids watching us and taught me how to do the stitches needed to continue the pattern of a rose. My lack of knowledge was terribly apparent and every night I would lay awake on my bed, wondering why she didn't say anything. During our lessons Dyanne would occasionally whisper answers to questions that the maesters would ask me. She made no comment or attempt to discuss what was going on with me, but there was a nagging feeling in my chest, telling me that I needed her help.

On the fifth day of following the pattern of going to lessons and learning how to cross-stitch, I decided to attend our cross-stitch shin-dig a little earlier than usual. Our cross-stitching session took place under a canopy of beautiful flowers and hedges overlooking the entirety of Highgarden. A slight breeze blew against me as I made my way to the canopy, the skirts of my cerulean dress flowing with the breeze. The fresh air felt nice and although I didn't like being stuck here, I did enjoy the fresh air and the beauty of the land. Things could have been a lot worse.

Pink and blue flowers adorned the canopy that Dyanne sat beneath as she worked on her cross-stitch. We had both been working on roses, hers being a blue rose and mine being a green rose. I hated the green rose that I was working on and often silently grumbled about Aryanne's choice of color.

"You are here early," Dyanne said when she looked up to see me entering the canopy. I held my hands in front of me, twisting and winding them in nervousness. I didn't know what to say. I hadn't come early because I enjoyed cross-stitching. I needed Dyanne's help and to get that help, I needed to open up to her.

"Are you alright, Aryanne? You have been acting very strange; ever since you fell into that fountain you have not been yourself" Dyanne said. She rose and put her hand on my arm.

I sighed and let my shoulders drop. Our conversation from a few days ago had still plagued me and no matter which way I looked at it, I needed to tell someone at least part of the truth. I knew that I was always being watched and I needed an ally to help me get through this.

"I need to tell you something, because I need your help," I replied. Dyanne nodded her head and pulled me down to sit next to her on the couch. Her kind blue eyes showed nothing but warmth and attentiveness. Looking into her eyes, I knew that if I asked for help, that she would give it to me. I took one final deep breath and looked down to my hands, noticing that they were shaking. "You were right, earlier. I didn't tell you the whole truth," I admitted. "I'm not just struggling to remember things. I just- Whoever I was, I am not her anymore. I don't remember who I was before I fell into the fountain."

"You mean to say," Dyanne began. "That you do not remember who you are."

I bit the inside of my lip, thinking carefully over my next few words. "I do not remember being Aryanne."

Dyanne opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a young boy calling out to the boy of us. He came running to the canopy with a sealed letter in his hands. We both stood from our seats to greet the rushed boy.

"My ladies, a raven came with a letter from the Lord and Lady Tyrell," the boy said in between breaths.

"Thank you," Dyanne said as she accepted the letter he presented to her. The boy nodded his head, and waited for his dismissal. "You may leave," she kindly said.

"My ladies," the boy replied. I watched the boy run back inside and was reminded of the first lesson that I had learned on my second day in Highgarden, servants must be given permission by a highborn to be excused. I had learned that the hard way when Ethel had refused to leave me alone until I told her that she could go attend to whatever else she needed to do.

Dyanne broke the seal and quickly read through the contents of the letter, her shoulders dropping when she finished reading the letter. The look of concern on her face made me nervous, and as a result, I took a step towards her to read the letter over her shoulder.

"What does it say?"

"Our parents will soon be in Highgarden."

"Where are they coming from?"
"King's Landing."

A/N: Welcome to chapter 3! I hope that you all enjoyed it. It took me a little longer than I would have liked to write this chapter because although I know where I want the story to go, sometimes I don't know how I want to get there. Thankfully, I already have a lot of chapter 4 written out and the wait for that update shouldn't be too long. I'm not sure exactly when I will post the next chapter since I am supposed to be out of town next week (I say supposed because the weather in the U.S. has not been great for traveling). I've also started plotting out chapter 5, where I am anticipating that we will be meeting a certain someone. ;) Anyways, I hope that you are all well and happy new year!

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