"Okay, what the actual fuck?" Rhaella told Aerys once their "parents" left them.

He found himself wondering the very same thing. One moment he was doing his usual daily routine. Cursing the damned truck driver that had gotten him into Westeros, and plotting who exactly he would have to remove once he became King. The next, his baby "sister" was trying to strangle him.

The adrenaline was still flowing through him as he eyed Rhaella wearily. Quickly he tried assessing if she would attack him again. A part of him wanted to leap on her then and there, overpower her and make sure she never had the chance to try and kill him again. He could picture it, a battle similar to the one before, but this time with his hands wrapped around her throat as her purple eyes, bright with madness, bugged out and her face went red, the light in them eventually dying.

It's fine, if she tries that again you can still overpower her, no need for that, he reminded himself. The urge was still there.

"I might ask you the same," he said instead, moving a hand to his throat. The bruises along their stung as his fingers made contact with them. Annoyance twisted in him sharply at that.

"Ah! Oh well, you can't exactly blame me for that, considering how you ended up in canon and all that," she said with a laugh. His annoyance heightened, coupled with disbelief.

"What the fuck!?" he said, completely perplexed.

"I mean, you were a rapist mass murderer that got his entire family killed and plunged the realm into war. Great story and all that, but really I was making the world a better place by killing you." She shrugged carelessly, as if she was simply reporting the weather. Aerys had always hated weather reporters.

"You tried to strangle me!" he said, aghast.

"Now you don't have to take it personally…" she responded. She frowned as if she was the one being wronged.

He just stared at her, feeling the need to curse whatever malevolent force brought him here. The truck driver, it's the damned truck driver. The urge to strangle her was back. Maybe he could frame it as an accident? It wouldn't be that far from self defense, and after all, she is clearly insane, he wagered, his fists clenching and unclenching.

"Whoa there!" she suddenly said, looking at him. "It was the right thing to do with Aerys. It's fine now that it's clear you're someone else. Speaking of which, I feel like we've gotten off on the wrong foot," she said, face splitting into a wide grin. "So, are you a book or a show fan?"

Still recovering from the shock, he weighed his options and quickly decided to play along. She was obviously out of her mind, and besides, he did feel very strongly about this particular topic.

"The books obviously. And the good news is, since our father is Jaehaerys, it means that we are in the book verse. That thing really made no sense in the show…" he couldn't help but sneer.

"That's just the show in its entirety." She sniffed proudly. "The books are always better; adaptations are really not worth it."

Well, she may be mad, but at least she has good taste, he thought, nodding fervently.

"Couldn't agree more. Even in episode one they were already adding gratuitous sex," he said with a shudder.

Rhaella nodded, humming in agreement. She grinned at him, her teeth flashing, "It's obvious they used that as a crutch to get success since the common viewer only cares about that."

Aerys grimaced and wrinkled his nose. "Tasteless peasants."

Rhaella's face suddenly fell at that. "We'll have to rule over the tasteless peasants, won't we?"

"Only if we marry each other," he said, the thought holding no appeal whatsoever. Rhaella's face seemed to share the sentiment.

Rhaella pursed her lips. "We likely will, considering Jaehaerys the Second and his trust in the words of a woods witch." Suddenly she brightened. "We could kill Jenny before she brings her, I suppose." The happiness of her expression cemented his view that she was insane. Still, she had a point.

"As you've shown, kind of hard right now. And besides we don't know who it is, or if the prophecy has been made yet." He gave a sigh at that. "Fucking Jaehaerys…"

"Yeah…" Rhaella said. Her easy expression suddenly faded, replaced by a dark look instead. Her jaw clenched and her eyebrows knitted together. "I guess we'll have to deal with that later. Then again, I suppose I am not adverse to the power of being Queen." The lines of her face smoothed over once more.

He wasn't sure how to reply to that. Would he consider her a good Queen? On one hand, having someone also from the real world would be a boon in many ways. She would have a modern mind and have access to canon knowledge, especially book canon because she, for all her madness, had taste. That was one good thing he could say about her right now. At the very least someone would understand him. On the other hand, she was also clearly off her rocker. Then again, she would not make a boring Queen, he contemplated.

"I am not completely opposed to the idea. However, I don't really know you other than from this," he said pointing at his throat. He remembered, vividly, the feeling of her fingers wrapping around it.

"Oh that's a very good point. Right, well," she said, her hands coming to life as they waved about the space around her, "I was a writer back before I joined here, when that fucking truck hit me…"

"You as well, then?" he interrupted.

"Wait, so you got killed by a truck too? Fucking truck-kun…"

Aerys' brow furrowed. "Fucking what?" he muttered, but she went on like she didn't hear him.

"Anyways, I was just about to finally break out, I had this amazing book, which reminds me, we definitely need to bring the printing press to this forsaken world," she said.

Aerys thought about that for a second.

"Do you know how to make a printing press? Because other than its form I don't know how to do it," he said.

"Oh it's fine. I studied it at some point. It's a bit tricky, but if you get the copper matrices for the letters done well it should be fine."

Well, she may be crazy, but at least she's smart, he thought.

"To be entirely fair, we'll need to wait to come to power to do that, and even when we do, it will likely make an enemy of the maesters," he replied.

"Eh, fuck the maesters. We should just as well kill all the gray rats and be done with it." Aerys allowed himself to consider it for a moment, seeing as she wasn't, it seemed, a fool. However, as he did so he came back to the realization that she was mad.

"You can't just kill all the maesters. You'd be setting up the Rebellion 20 years early," he told her in reply.

Her eyes flashed with annoyance. Grudgingly, however, she nodded. The sharp jerk of her chin looked almost comical when matched with the roundness of her childlike face. "Maybe later?" she asked, her voice laced with something like hope.

"We'll have to see. First we need to figure out what is happening, and make a plan," he said.

"Let canon play out, come to power, remove everyone that stands in our way, and make our marks on history?" she offered.

"We'll usher Westeros into a golden age," Aerys said. He did feel that way for the most part, but he also felt the need to placate her. "However, we should also try to see if there is anyone else like us."

Rhaella rested her chin in her palm and grinned sharply from behind her child features.

"Here's to hoping they're not boring. At least you aren't."

To Fury074, my beta reader's (who is actually my co-writer, now) fic is not on . It is, however, on ao3 by the same name. I'll leave a link here that you can copy-paste:

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