A/N: For those who don't know, this story is being edited and will post chapter by chapter.

I woke up with the biggest migraine I have ever had. Opening my eyes was a struggle and all I wanted was to turn over in my bed and go back to sleep. Well it would have been possible if I was on a bed. My eyes opened frantically and I ignored the pain when I sat up. It looked as if I was in an open field and the sky was gloomy. Now was the time to freak out. I didn't recognize where I was. At all. I lived in a city with houses surrounding me, here there's nothing but land. Did I accidentally get drunk and fly to a different country? I mentally scoffed at myself. Like I would ever do such an idiotic thing.

I got to my feet and looked down at what I was wearing. I was dressed in weird pants with a top that hugged my waist. I couldn't help but feel self consciousness when the outfit hugged my curves. I never wore clothing that hugged my stomach. Another thing I noticed was my eyesight. I no longer needed glasses. My hair was longer and it was black. Okay this is definitely a dream of some sort. Not only do I think I look different, but I'm pretty sure I'm not in the USA anymore. But why would my hair be different? Why would I dream that?

A piercing roar shook the ground and I covered my ears. I looked up and stumbled several feet backwards. It was a dragon. It was insanely large and its scales were completely black. I couldn't stop the tears from falling down my face. I was drowning in fear and was deafened by the beating of my heart. "Balerion," I whispered. I don't even know how I knew that. But something in the back of my mind whispered that.

Am I in Game of Thrones? Did the Valyrian Gods put me here? It sounded unbelievable but I grew up believing in the supernatural. Besides, it's hard to convince myself I'm crazy when there is a dragon the size of a house in front of me. "What time period am I in?"

'The Dance of the Dragons', the wind whispered. Now I really wanted to sob, My eyes closed automatically when images began flashing through them. I saw everything that happened as if I was there. Wasn't I watching House of the Dragon before I slept? Was I put here to change things?

I let out a shaky breath and stood straight. Oh my god-gods. There is a real dragon in front of me right now. I'm literally in House of the dragon. Should I feel excited? Scared? I know that I definitely feel both. With confidence that shouldn't be there, I stepped forward towards the towering dragon. The closer I got, the more the fear went away. It was like I had a connection to this dragon and I had to wonder if that is what the Targaryen's felt. Were they able to feel their dragon this clearly? Feel their emotions?

The dragon lowered its head and nudged me enough that I stepped a few paces back. I let out a soft laugh and knew that I was safe. Balerion lowered even further and I climbed on his back. Oh dear gods, this is worse than climbing the stairs at Red Rocks. Did my asthma come with me to this time? It doesn't seem like it but I'm still huffing by the time I reach the top. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and said, "sōvēs! To Dragonstone, Balerion."

I was afraid he wouldn't understand me, but when he flew into the air I knew he understood. I had no idea where I was going and could trust Balerion to get me there.

The feeling of flying was euphoric. It was at this moment I understood why people said the Targaryen's were closer to Gods than men. The power I feel is coursing through my veins and it made me feel happiness that I had become unaccustomed to. I wanted to soak up this feeling before I was thrust into war. I had always felt bad for the Blacks and I know that things will end differently. I was sent here for a reason and I will not let it go to waste.

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It felt like hours had passed. The land here is so beautiful and It's so tempting to turn around and explore. Would I even be able to go back to my world? Probably not. I had to shove down the sadness when seeing Dragonstone up ahead. There aren't enough words to describe it, but the simplest was 'dark'. It seemed like a very morose place and I hope I arrived before Rhaenys did. The Queen Who Never Was did a disservice in not killing the Hightower's when she was able to.

Balerion hovered over a familiar bridge and I couldn't help but feel fear when I saw two familiar dragons. Ceraxes and Syrax. The dragons were behind their riders and they made such a powerful picture. It gave me peace to know that Balerion was much bigger and if it came to a fight I can protect myself. But what would be the point in killing them if I'm trying to save them?

The closer they came towards me, the more Balerion growled. "lykirī, Balerion."

Balerion lowered his boy enough so I could slide off. I stumbled and my cheeks heated up. It wasn't a graceful landing, but I really wasn't expecting anything different. Something banged against my hip and when I looked down I saw a sword. A sword that was similar to the one Prince Daemon had. What the hell? Was that there before? I was internally freaking out about everything, but I can't afford to show weakness. Especially to Daemon and Rhaenyra Targaryen. Mostly Daemon because he scares me.

My heart thudded as the two came up to me. I took two steps before pulling the sword from its sheath and dropped to the ground on one knee. I hope to the Gods that I'm doing this right because I have no idea what I'm doing. "Princess Rhaenyra, I came here with information that is important to you. Believe me when I say it's a matter of life or death."

"Who are you? You have the Targaryen eyes and are a dragon rider," Daemon demanded, his hand already on his sword.

I was shocked by the eyes comment, but kept calm. I can't appear to be weak. "I do not think you will believe me, my Prince. All I can say is that I am no danger to you. In fact I have information that will end this war."

Both of them seemed skeptical and I wasn't surprised when Daemon drew his sword on me. My breath caught in my throat, but I calmed once I heard Balerion growl. It was so loud that I saw both of them wince and step back as the dragon came closer. I got up from my knees and slowly walked towards him. "lykirī, I am alright. There is no danger here."

Rhaenyra spoke up next and I knew she saw that they were at a disadvantage. Knew that I could kill them both right here with no problem. "Will you accompany us back to the castle? Don't worry no one will harm you especially with Balerion the reborn."

It was my turn to be suspicious and I eyed Daemon cautiously. I didn't put my sword away until he did. I calmed when he just smirked, amused at my actions. I'm glad one of us is amused because I'm a little more than scared. I saw that the Princess was pregnant and had to say something.

"Congratulations, Your Grace. It looks like you're carrying a daughter," I said nonchalantly. Seeing them pause and Rhaenyra putting a hand on her belly, I hurried to clarify. "I am what you call a dreamer. I fear that if I say more you won't believe me and I can't have that happen."

The Princess seemed to believe me and rested a hand on her belly. "We hope it's a girl. Our Visenya."

I kept silent on our way in and saw everyone looking at me with suspicion. I can't blame them really. I smiled when I saw the children and teenagers at the entrance. It's relieving to know that they're all alive. I could see how curious they were to know who I am, but followed their parents orders to leave the area. I silently agreed. The children didn't need to know what I was going to tell them. At least not now.

The room they led me to had the famous map of Westeros. The one the conquerors used. It was surreal to see and it made everything all the more real.

I sat on one of the sets provided and was demanded by Daemon to explain. He stood behind his wife and was holding her hand. I smiled at the scene. It seemed that they were truly in love.

"Rhaenyra, this will be difficult to hear, but I need you to keep calm. Everything I will say will be distressing, but you need to remain calm. If you're not, you will lose your daughter," I stressed.

That seemed to alert them and both of their hands when to her belly. I can tell the Princess was afraid but was remaining calm. Good. "Your father has passed away. I'm not sure how long, it could have been a few days," I went to say more but saw the Princess was beginning to panic.

I quickly went to her side and grabbed her hand. "Follow my breaths. Princess. In and out okay. Breath in," I waited for her to do so and was glad when she did. '"And breathe out. Do this a few more times."

It made me a little nervous the way Daemon was glaring at me. Like he was seconds away from cutting my head off. I tried to focus as much as I could to keep her from freaking out. Don't worry. I have the knowledge to help. You will have Visenya, Princess. You just have to keep breathing."

The princess nodded and continued the breathing exercises. "I must apologize. I haven't even told you who I am. My name is Lyna. I am not..from here. Like at all. I believe I was sent by your Gods."

Daemon scoffed. "You expect us to believe the Gods sent you here?"

"All I know is I woke up and everything was different. My eyes are purple and I carry a sword. And I bonded with a dragon that's supposed to be dead! Do you really not believe the Gods sent me here to make sure what comes next doesn't come to pass?" I asked annoyed.

"Dreams didn't make us kings, dragons did," he stated.

"Do you believe that? It was because of a dream your ancestors came here. Because of the song of Ice and Fire that is passed from King to heir."

I knew right as I said it, it was the wrong move. Daemon's eyes had gone to his wife who was confused. It was obvious to me that the Princess thought her father had told him. "Think about what you're going to do next, Prince Daemon. I see exactly what you want to do and you will regret it. She had no idea he didn't tell you."

"Will you stop me?"

I stood up, ignoring the fear I felt. I grabbed my sword and pointed it straight at him. "I am not scared of you Daemon. I am blessed by the Gods, for they gave me a sword and Dragon superior to yours." Maybe I laid it on a little too thick with that.

My shoulders dropped in relief when I saw he was smirking in amusement. He could see my sword, but obviously thought I couldn't wield it. Which is true enough. "The Princess thought you knew. She doesn't deserve your ire. Especially while she is pr- with babe."

I settled down in my seat once more when I saw Daemon do the same. I let out a breath and closed my eyes. The migraine was still there and the pain was becoming blinding. "They will crown your half brother and Rhaenys will be there. They had locked her away, but she had gotten free with her dragon. Her first mistake was not burning them. Instead she said it wasn't her war to start and turned away."

The Prince and Princess were both angry, but I could tell they were trying to keep it together. It seems Daemon now understood the importance of keeping his wife calm and was rubbing soothing circles on her belly. "Otto will come by soon, to tell you to kneel to him. Your mistake Rhaenyra was getting caught up in the moment. He had brought a page torn out of a book and you spared him because of it. You need to realize that showing mercy to Alicent will be your undoing."

I paused before I said the next. "Daemon, your undoing will be temptation. You must not fall for it or it will destroy you. Being faithful to Rhaenyra and your family will bring you happiness, fail to do so, it will bring you death."