As the sun set on a day of mourning for Westeros, lights descended from the heavens and disappeared when they touched the earth. Some when questioned would say that the lights did not descend from the heavens, but ascended from the earth itself. But the most devout would call that the foolishness of the blind and name it a blessing from the Seven, a sign that the gods were present among them and would be there with them.
Regardless of what the people believed or not, the matter of fact was that these lights were in a fashion a blessing and that they ascended from the earth itself.
Viserys Targaryen was the first to be aware of his surroundings, dark and warm it reminded him of Dragonstone's throne room, which was built to resemble the feel of the Dragonmont's innermost caves. But of course not to the same degree. No human alive could withstand the heat of that degree.
"What in seven hells is going on" Daemon's confused statement drew his brother's attention. He was dressed in the same mourning clothes Viserys had seen him in just before the funeral.
The King scanned the room to see if anyone else was there.
His eyes fell on his daughter Rhaenyra, his cousin Rhaenys, his Master of Ships Lord Corlys, Rhaenys' children Laena and Laenor, his Hand Ser Otto and Ser Otto's daughter Alicent.
The last person his eyes fell on made his knees weak.
On the throne sat a woman with distinct Valyrian Features; Bright Silver hair that seemed as if it was glowing with an ethereal light, gentle crimson hues, and porcelain pale skin.
But the thing that almost sent Viserys to his knees was the fact that the woman looked very much like his dearly departed Aemma.
The woman's eyes met his and she stood.
She wore a gown the colour of emeralds, adorned with intricate silver embroidery that to Viserys seemed as if woven to represent draconic motifs. The fabric embraced her figure, showcasing her natural curves with elegance. The gown highlighted her ample cleavage and hugged her curvy and shapely hips, accentuating her slim, toned abdomen. Every detail of her appearance, from the graceful drape of the dress to the intricate silver threads, complemented her figure in the best way and exuded an air of effortless nobility.
The woman slowly descended the steps to the throne, stopping when a whimper left Rhaenyra's lips.
"Mother?" she asked, her voice shaken and eyes wide.
So it was not just the King who thought that.
The woman raised a delicate silver brow, her lips curved into a gentle smile.
"Is that what I look to you?" she asked, her arms tucked neatly on her slim abdomen.
The Princess couldn't help it, she ran towards the woman.
Viserys went to stop his daughter, understanding that no matter how she looked like his Aemma, it was not her. But when the woman extended her arms and wrapped them around his daughter when she hugged her, he stopped himself.
The woman looked up to meet Viserys' eyes once more, while she ran her hands through the girl's hair.
"I will not be embracing you, old man," she said with finality and a bit of jest in her tone.
Viserys couldn't help but smile.
"This is all fine and dandy, but what the fuck is going on? And who the fuck are you?" Daemon asked, his tone demanding and arrogant.
The woman raised a hand and Daemon spoke no more. Or rather, even if he tried he could not speak.
And just like that everyone was on their guard, trying to find something to protect themselves with.
They found nothing of the sort.
Other than the throne, there was nothing else in the chambers. Even the windows seemed to have vanished entirely.
Eventually, Rhaenyra pulled away from the woman.
The woman cupped her cheek and wiped her tears with her thumbs and sent her back to her father. And with another wave of her hand, Daemon could speak once more.
"Who are you?" Alicent Hightower questioned, both curious and slightly terrified.
"I am… well there are so many names and titles that I have been called through many worlds" the woman said with a soft giggle. "And no, I am not god. I'm someone who has been blessed in multitude by god" she explained with an ethereal smile. "But who I am matters very little for the purpose I have gathered you all here."
"Where exactly is here?" Laenor asked. "It looks a lot like Dragonstone but it isn't, is it."
"It is not" the woman smiled, something like pride shining in her crimson hues. "Think of this like a world between worlds, constructed to look like someplace familiar but not the actual place."
"And why are we here?" Laena asked.
"To see your futures of course!"
The almost nonchalant way she spoke the words stunned the people present.
"You lie!" Corlys spoke. "I have travelled far and long, and nothing I have found ever hints to such a thing being possible."
"Yet here you stand, after you had fallen asleep in your beds" the woman pointed out.
She waved a hand and the throne behind her vanished, the steps melded with the floor and a wall of Dragonglass rose from the ground. She waved her hand again and multiple chairs appeared.
"With the death of Aemma Targaryen, certain events are about to happen that will push the realm to a point where kin will turn on kin and dragons will die. As a result of which when Aegon's Prophecy comes to fruition, the realm would not be prepared."
Nobody but Viserys reacted to that.
"Y-you know about Aegon's dream?" the King asked.
"What is this dream?!" Daemon snapped before the woman could answer, earning himself a glare from her.
"When a great winter comes, all of Westeros must stand against it. And if the world of men is to survive, then a Targaryen must be seated on the Iron Throne. A king or queen, strong enough to unite the realm against the cold and the dark. Aegon called his dream A Song of Ice and Fire."
The woman paused.
"Quite a dramatic name if you ask me. But it isn't wrong. The white Walkers stir far North and will one day attack the realm of men once more. For that day, Dragons need to be alive. More than just three if the realm of man is to stand a chance."
Daemon scoffed.
"What a bunch of rubbish" the man snarled, turning on his heels towards the large wooden doors. When he pushed them open, all he saw was a long corridor, one never present in Dragonstone. The walls and the floor seemed to be made from Dragonglass, while the ceiling… well the ceiling could not be seen at all.
"Return and sit," the woman said sternly.
Daemon spat but came back with a scowl.
"It is… unbelievable, I know. Sit and watch. I believe the first parts of it would be proof enough for you."
The woman vanished into thin air and the wall behind where she stood seemed to glow ominously.
Viserys, who believed the woman, sat down.
Seeing his example his daughter sat as well. She did not believe, but if her father was giving this a try, so would she.
Ser Otto sat on his King's right, while Lady Alicent sat on Rhaenyra's left.
Daemon took up a corner of his own, scowling.
Corlys and Rhaenys sat with their children between them.
The doors Daemon had opened shut with a slow creak and bang before the wall glowed brighter and images began to dance on it.
n.b. I have found no scripts for these episodes and as such I am going to rely on synopsis from the show's fandom page. So, keep that in mind when you read the chapters :)