Warnings: Language and Daphne says the word rape when talking about her dislike about her ex liking Game of Thrones. Author's note can be found at the end of the chapter.

The walk from the fountain, from which I had emerged from, to the "maesters," as Ethel had called them, was filled with an awkward silence. After my outburst, Ethel started to drag me out of the garden, while nervously muttering under her breath. If the whole situation hadn't seemed so absurd, I would have acted on my sympathy for Ethel and tried to diffuse the tension, but I too was feeling tense. Nothing made sense and I was on "high-alert-and-figure-out-what-the-fuck-is-going-on mode." During our walk I tried to take in every detail as possible, to find a way to explain why I suddenly found myself in a place that I didn't recognize.

Ethel had called this place Highgarden and she said that I was Aryanne of House Tyrell, which was ridiculous on both accounts. Highgarden was a fictional place ruled by a fictional house in a fictional world. I knew this because my ex-fiancé was obsessed with Game of Thrones, which looking back I should have seen that as a red flag. Liking Game of Thrones in itself wasn't the issue with him, it was his reason for enjoying the show that was the problem. He thought it was great how the show didn't shy away from depicting the harsh realities of Westeros, while I could very much do without the onscreen rapes.

I was pulled away from my thoughts when Ethel had brought us to a long flight of stairs. As we walked up, I looked behind me to get a better view of the garden that we had been in, noticing that the garden was more like a maze of breathtaking botanical beauty. If I wasn't in such a panicked state, I would have wanted to go back to study and admire the gardens, but that would have required not feeling out of place and not being dragged away by a young girl.

Ethel noticed my sudden change in pace and turned to look back at me. "Are you alright, my lady? We are almost to the maesters, just a little further," she said.

I nodded my head and put a smile on my face. None of this made any sense, and until I confirmed whatever was going on, I was going to need to play nice. Being difficult was not going to get me anywhere or win me any favors.

As Ethel guided me inside, I could hear her nervously muttering about "drowning" and "trouble." The hallway that we walked through was open, allowing for the warm and fresh breeze to gently blow against us. The weather felt more like springtime, rather than the summertime.

"Is it Spring, Ethel?" I braved to gently ask her. She turned to me and I felt as though I had asked the wrong question, from the way her eyes watered and her lips quivered.

"Do you truly not know, my lady?" She asked.

I shook my head and sighed. "I wouldn't ask if I didn't know."

Ethel's shoulders slumped in defeat. "It is springtime, my lady."

I didn't correct her for always calling me by that title; it didn't feel right to be addressed in such a manner, but then again, nothing about this was right. I hoped that I could figure out how and why I was here. Maybe I was having a very vivid nightmare, as a result of the drinking that I had done. Maybe if I did something dramatic, such as jumping from a great height, then I would wake from this way-too-vivid hallucination.

The rest of our walk to what I assumed was the infirmary was brief and filled with no conversation. I was too worried to say something that would cause Ethel to have a complete meltdown and I was certain that she was too much of a nervous wreck to say anything to me. Neither of us could be blamed for keeping quiet.

In the silence, I took note of the damp dress that I was wearing. I wished that I could see my reflection, because from what I could tell from looking down at myself, the dress was beautiful. The blue skirts were made of a light fabric that didn't make me feel like I was overdressed for this warm day. Although I liked what I could see of my dress, I couldn't help but already miss my favorite pair of pants. Dresses were nice, but I liked the freedom that came with wearing pants.

I was pulled out of my thoughts about clothes when I ran straight into Ethel's back. Oomph.

"My lady!" Ethel turned to me, frantically checking on me.

"I'm fine, Ethel. I just wasn't paying attention to my surroundings." Ethel's shoulders only slightly relaxed as she turned to knock on the door that we now stood in front of. Beautiful roses were carved around the door frame and around the doorknob.

An elderly man dressed in dull blue robes answered the door.

"My lady. What may I do for you?" He spoke, his tone was quiet and gentle. I wanted to correct him on my name and just as I was about to open my mouth, Ethel interjected.

"Oh Maester! Something terrible has happened," Ethel proclaimed on my behalf. "The young lady fell into the fountain and hit her head. Look at her wound!"

The maester focused his gaze on me and hummed as he nodded his head. "I see. Come in, quickly."

Ethel grabbed my hand and quickly ushered me into what I assumed was the infirmary. "Please take a seat, my lady," the maester said as he walked to a shelf that contained various tools.

I took a seat and watched the maester approach me with a magnifying glass. He stood close to me as he inspected my injury.

"You are fortunate, my lady. The wound will only require a little stitching and you will not be losing any hair," the maester said, pulling away to address me.

"That's good to hear," I replied, although I didn't care if he needed to shave part of my head. The thing I did mind was having to get this done in a time where advanced medicine didn't exist.

"First, I will clean the wound to rid it of infection and then I shall sew it shut," the maester explained. He turned around to get what I hoped was a clean washcloth and some alcohol. After he gently cleaned the wound on the side of my forehead, the maester picked up a needle and thread. "Are you ready, my lady."

I was afraid that my voice would betray me in giving away my discomfort with everything, so I simply nodded my head. I gulped, hard, as I watched from the corner of my eyes as the maester brought the needle and thread to my forehead. My fists clenched the skirts of my dress and I reminded myself to take deep breaths.

"If you feel discomfort, may I suggest that you focus your gaze on different areas of the room?" The maester gently spoke, noting my discomfort.

"Okay," I whispered. The maester gave me an odd look, but began his work. Meanwhile, I looked around the room and took in all of its details. The walls were brown and the texture suggested that the walls were made of wood. There were large open windows, with no glass or barrier to block the air from flowing into the room. The frame of the windows were all decorated with flowers that were carved into the walls. It was an impressive sight to see and I couldn't help but wonder how long it would have taken to carve such impressive detail. At the far end of the room, by one of the large windows, was a desk that I could only assume was the maester's workspace. It was cluttered with books and papers, along with a couple of plates and cups.

"There. All done," the maester quietly said as to not scare me with any sudden, loud noise. I looked up to him in awe at how quickly he got his work done. I took note of Ethel approaching me from where she had stood. She looked at my head and her shoulders sagged in relief. "I will need to perform a brief inspection to make certain that your injury has not caused you further issue."

Ethel watched with a hawk-like focus as the maester had me do several, simple tests. She must have been looking for physical signs that something truly wasn't right with me.

"All appears to be well," the maester said, after I had passed the tests. I wanted to see for myself that I was okay and spoke up.

"May I have a mirror?" I kindly asked. The maester nodded his head and turned around to hand me a mirror large enough for me to see the entirety of my face. I failed to hold back a gasp when I saw my reflection. The image reflected in the mirror was me, but at the same time she wasn't me. My wet brown hair was no longer touching my shoulders, and was now falling straight down past my chest. My face did not entirely look like it should have. My "new" face looked like it belonged to a teenage girl, and not that of a woman finishing her mid-twenties. The only things that had remained unchanged in my appearance were the color of my eyes and the sparsely dispersed freckles on my face and neck. I was different and yet, I could still see a lot myself in the reflection. Who am I?

The maester made a startled noise and I realized that I must have spoken out loud.

"You are Lady Aryanne, of House Tyrell. You are the second daughter to the lord and lady of this great house," the maester kindly replied. He was the second person to call me by that name, but it did not feel real. None of this was me. The only way to explain my situation is that I had truly hit my head without knowing and I was hallucinating as a result of the injury.

I looked up at the maester and suddenly everything clicked in place. I must have passed out in the water and my brain must have created this scenario that I was now dealing with. But if I was still in the waters of the Jardins de la Fontaine, did that mean that I was dead? I shook my head to dispel the thought. If I was dead then I would not be here, because I was pretty sure whatever came after this life was not the Game of Thrones universe. My mind had come up with this fantastical scenario and I was now dealing with the result of my mind's pure imagination. All I would need to do is make it through the day without raising any suspicion, and at night I would close my eyes to rest so that I could wake up from this weird dream.

"Are you alright, Lady Aryanne?" The maester asked. He had taken note of my prolonged silence and must have wondered if I was going to have a meltdown. I was probably going to have a meltdown, but I wanted to do it in a private place where I wouldn't have to explain myself to anybody.

"I'm alright. Thank you for the mirror, Maester..." I replied trailing off.

"Maester Meyrick," Ethel whispered next to me.

"Maester Meyrick," I repeated. Maester Meyrick did not seem too convinced by my answer, but according to the tests that he did to inspect my physical well being, I was fine. The only thing that could not be explained was why I was dreaming of being a young girl in Westeros.

"Do you truly not know who you are, my lady?" Maester Meyrick asked. The answer to his question was not simple. On the one hand, I know who I am. My name is Daphne. I'm 26 years old. I'm an editor. I live in Nîmes. On the other hand, I couldn't answer with my real identity because the reflection in the mirror wasn't entirely me and it would be too easy for these people to write me off as insane. Being insane in my universe was not the worst thing, but being seen as insane within the confines of my imagination of Westeros was not something that I wanted to deal with. I will just suck it up, get through the day, and all of this will be over when I wake up.

"Lady Aryanne should go to her lessons," Ethel said before I could think up a response. "If she is not feeling more of herself, I shall bring her back, Maester."

"The lessons are over now, girl. The family is having their midday meal on the terrace," Maester Meyrick replied.

With a sigh of relief, I released tension that I had not realized I held in my hands.

"Then we must go, Maester. Lady Aryanne needs to change into a new dress and she must go have her meal with her brothers and sister."

My eyes nearly popped out of their eye sockets at Ethel's statement. I only had a little brother that was three years younger than me, but I had to remind myself that I was stuck within the confines of my imagination.

"Good day, Maester Meyrick," Ethel called out. I mimicked her farewell and let her drag me to our next destination.

It turned out that our next destination was not to lunch, but "my room," which would have been a great relief to me, but I had not paid attention to how we got there. Instead my mind was consumed with thoughts of how I would make it through the rest of the day. I had been so out of it that I hadn't even realized that I let Ethel change me out of my wet dress into another one. It wasn't until she finished helping me dress into a light blue gown that I realized that I had been cold from the wetness of the previous dress that I had worn.

"My lady, you must go to the terrace to have lunch with your family. You sister and brothers are expecting you," Ethel said after I had been staring at my reflection for too long. The full-length mirror gave a clearer picture as to who I was, and although the reflection was me, it didn't feel quite right. I definitely looked younger than I should have been and some of the colors of my features were a little off. I didn't like it.

Ethel tugged me out of my room, but this time I tried to pay attention to the route we were taking to go to the terrace. I needed to know how to get back to my room. After turning into the fifth hallway, I gave up trying to figure out which way we were going. No one from the Game of Thrones show had mentioned that Highgarden was a maze.

After what felt like the millionth hallway, we finally found ourselves outside, but the view looked nothing like the gardens that I had been in earlier with Ethel. On top of the dining area of the terrace was a blue tarp that was strapped to four pillars, with roses climbing around the pillars. I would have liked to examine the terrace further, if I wasn't so nervous about meeting a bunch of strangers that I was supposed to refer to as family.

My hands felt clammy and my heart was beating fast against my chest. I wanted to turn to Ethel and tell her that I would have my meal by myself, but it was too late to bow out.

"Sister! There you are!" A young girl, whom I presumed to be my "sister," called out from the shaded terrace. Her hair was dirty blonde and curly, her face covered in freckles, that added to her beauty. Her bright blue eyes were expressive and from the way she looked at me, I could tell that she loved "me." She sat up from her seat and waved me over. I turned to Ethel, but found her gone.

Turning to face the dining area, I forced a smile and waved as I walked toward the girl. I couldn't help but be in awe at the roses that wrapped around the terrace that hosted the dining table. As I walked closer to the dining area, I came to realize that there were two boys sitting at the table with her.

"Sister!"

"Aryanne!" The boys simultaneously said. The younger of the two boys jumped out of his seat and ran to me. He barely stopped in time to stop from running directly into me, and wrapped his arms around my waist. He looked up at me through his luscious brown curls and gave me a toothy grin with a few of his teeth missing. "Come sit next me."

As we sat down, the girl gasped. "Oh my - Aryanne! What happened to you?"

I looked up to the girl and lightly touched my forehead where Maester Meyrick had stitched my injury. "I fell into a fountain," I lamely replied.

I looked to both boys sitting to my left and right -they were both young, looking to be no older than ten years old. The boy with missing teeth stood up on his seat to get a closer look at me. His dark brown locks combined with his wide brown eyes made him appear doll-like.

"Get down from the chair, Wyllem," the girl scolded. She walked over to me and gave me a concerned look.

"You're hurt," she said with concern. I flinched in surprise when she held my hand in hers. Hurt immediately appeared in her blue eyes, and I panicked.

"I hit my head when I fell. I don't feel really well," I explained, in hopes that I didn't sound too unlike Aryanne. The girl nodded her head, but I could see that she was still thinking about my flinching.

"Eat, sister! You will feel better. Whenever I don't feel well, I eat and then I am happy again," the other boy said. His blue eyes crinkled as he talked about food, and I couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm for eating.

"You're quite right, Mychal," the girl said, briefly turning to agree with him. She turned back to me and led me to my seat. "You should eat, sister."

I gave her a small smile, and sat down. Although I felt no appetite for the bread, cheese, and meat that laid before me, I knew that I needed to eat. I couldn't let the stress of the situation take over my needs.

"Dyanne," Mychal whined to the girl as I went to grab a piece of bread with some cheese. "I don't want to go to my lessons this afternoon. All Maester Meyrick does is talk about plants."

"I like plants," Wyllem said while chewing on lettuce.

Mychal stuck his tongue out to Wyllem, which he then returned in kind by flinging some sauce onto his brother's plate. Mychal screeched and threw a piece of meat from his plate to Wyllem.

"Boys! Stop!" Dyanne exclaimed. Both boys froze, but I could see in their eyes that they weren't finished with their shenanigans. "We do not throw food at each other whenever we disagree. Stop, or else I will make sure that today's lessons do not end until dinner." At the sound of her threat, both boys relaxed and muttered apologies to each other.

Despite my apprehension for having lunch with "siblings" that I didn't know, things went well. Mostly I kept to myself so as to not draw any suspicion about my current situation, which was easily done as Mychal and Wyllem kept Dyanne and me on our toes.

After the ordeal that was lunch, I let Mychal and Wyllem drag me to my "chambers" because it had the best view of Highgarden and they wanted to play a game of cards with me. Admittedly, the last thing I wanted to do was to spend time with strangers, but I was happy that the boys saved me from wandering aimlessly through the hallways in search of my room, as I still felt lost, and my two younger "brothers" were fun to be with. Wyllem, in particular, had wormed his way into my heart as he reminded me of Cherry's son, Émeric.

After playing many rounds of a game of cards that I asked the boys to "remind" me of the rules of, Mychal and Wyllem ran into the training yard when a maester had come by my room to let them know that it was time for them to train. It was strange to think that two children would be learning how to use a sword, but it was Westeros.

I spent the rest of the day locked in my room, even forgoing dinner. I didn't want to interact any further with anyone, especially since I would soon wake from this nightmare when I would go to sleep.

Closing my eyes, I let the relief of knowing that I would soon be waking up from this strange nightmare fill my body and soul. The next time I opened my eyes, I would be back in Nîmes, free from this place and living my life with much more vigilance.

A/N: I hope that you all enjoyed chapter 2! The semester is finally over and I only have a couple more things to do for finals. Admittedly this chapter was a little hard to write because it doesn't get into the stuff that I really want to get into, but that's okay, we will be getting into that soon enough. Also, I forgot to mention this in the first chapter, but this fic does not have a beta. So, I apologize for any mistakes that are made and I will do my best to make sure that mistakes are kept to an absolute minimum. If you want to get updates on how the chapters are coming along or wanna talk about the fic, you can find me rambling on Tumblr under the username mytenthsideblog.

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