All Hail The King

Chapter 4

Haera was bored out of her mind, pretending to be asleep every time someone so much as ventured near the door. Not that it was difficult to hear them, you could hear them a mile away. Their armour clamouring noisily as they moved, that must be a hinderance in every aspect of their duties. She'd already taken a few potions to replace the blood she'd lost, and had slept for the past few days, like it or not she'd actually been stabbed, and her body needed to recuperate.

She also needed to plan everything out, but the thing was she'd never been a planner. She was a doer, made things up and she went along. She could have an entire plan ready waiting at the wings and fuck it up by opening her mouth. In fact, she could guarantee that's exactly what she was going to do, repeatedly. Especially given how this world viewed women, as lesser, only fit for childbearing, ha! He'd like to see any of those assholes actually say that after giving birth themselves. She really would have preferred to remain male and 'Harry' but clearly it wouldn't have worked for whatever reason. Vhagar hadn't exactly been forthcoming about the details, much to his vexation.

They had brought her three meals a day, and she ate them, the food was good, they didn't have any processed food in this backwards world she was on. New water was brought in as well, and the information she'd gleaned while feigning sleep was…humorous. Apparently, the King was beginning to lose his patience with the fact she wasn't awake, aware and ready to reveal all. There was also a lot of speculation as to whether she was one of the Princes bastard children or from the only two other Valyrian families. Seemingly it was the only reason they could fathom as to why she'd been brought there, or better yet, been able to claim a dragon.

Try as you might, you couldn't stop gossip, and that was likely annoying the king further.

She was going to enjoy his reaction, when it came time to reveal her name.

she had created a whole life for herself, mostly using magic of course since she had rightfully not existed in this reality. In the six months she'd spent with the gods before she came down – quite literally, bloody shit bag that Balerion was she was going to get him back – learning everything she'd need to survive this world. She'd refused a lot of the shit they tried to make her learn, she didn't care if it made her unusual, in the end they decided to make it less odd and have her born in Essos not Westeros.

There were forty Dragon riding families of Valyria before the doom, all were powerful and filled with the brim with magic, with many seeking more, hungering to be just that bit more powerful than the next family. The Peverell family was always the number one contender for being the most powerful, not just for their dragon riding, but their ability to communicate in a unique way with their dragons and their magic differed from all other families who relied solely on blood magicks.

Their hunger for more magic had doomed them all, for what they had done…was so unspeakably stupid and daring.

The Peverell in the male line was gone, as was the magic, in all Peverell descendants from this original world. There were a few peppered out all over Essos and Volantis unremarkable as they were and unaware of the legacy. To be fair, it was a good thing, imagine knowing your line and what it had been capable of?

Haera had 'created' another branch, making it similar to her own first life so that she didn't trip up if questioned, no, when questioned. She has been told claiming a dragon was the only way to get the Targaryen's attention and keep it. It also put her in danger but that was nothing new, if she wasn't in danger was, she even her? It would be a very boring existence to be sure, although, perhaps it would be novel enough to live an existence where she was free of any harm? Only time would truly tell.

She should have known better.

Any wife of Daemon Targaryen was always going to be in for an adventure. Well, except if you're Rhea Royce.

Three rapid knocks on the door heralded the Kingsguard at her door again, was it time for lunch already? She didn't bother feigning sleep this time, as a man peered around the doorway, "The Queen Alysanne Targaryen."

Haera's eyes widened in surprise, arching a brow as an older woman appeared in the room she'd been given. Small in stature, and that was saying something since she was taller than her. This woman had given birth how many times? With that slim waist? That was impossible! She could recall Molly's plump figure after having only seven children. They didn't even have potions or spells here to really help, she couldn't help but admire her slim form. Her long neck somehow suited her, and her white hair was pulled back into a bun, she had a kind face.

Sliding out of the bed, she gave the Queen "Your grace," she said, giving her a curtesy while simultaneously giving a nod. This was a woman who cared. For both high born and low born people, and did her best to see that her people survived. Spent most of her time with the less fortunate, donating fundings to various causes. She made no other move as she watched the Queen more curious than cautious.

"I see you decided not to wear the offered dress," she said, somehow the Queen managed to found placid with a hint of offence in her voice.

"Breathing hurts enough without putting that on me, I'd really rather not feel like a roasted turkey." Haera replied smoothly, she could just imagine how bloody tight it was meant to be. The corset would likely cause her to bleed, the tightness really wasn't ideal, they surely didn't have women wearing those with injuries like hers, do they? She'd stay in this thank you very much, at least until she could get back 'home' where everything she owned was waiting for her return.

In the background the Kingsguard valiantly attempted to muffle his amusement at her words. He succeeded, for the most part.

Alysanne's lips twitched just a tiny bit, showing her amusement, her blue eyes observing the child before her. She sounded foreign; she definitely didn't come from Westeros. Which made it less likely that she was a bastard from the Targaryen line. "Yes, perhaps taking milk of the poppy would help in that regard?" her tone dry, it was highly idiotic to bear pain instead of taking something for it.

"Oh, I see the Maesters have been complaining," Haera murmured, her amusement plain as day, a wicked smirk adorning her face, something that caused Alysanne to be genuinely taken aback, she'd never seen such a look on a young lady's face. "It's a surprise your husband ever gets any work done if they go scuttling to him because someone didn't do as they wished." She could just imagine the complaining from the idiots she'd saw…whenever it was, the days were sort of beginning to blend in together.

"They're good people, they do good work," Alysanne defended them, she always would, they had been such a great help to her over the years. Soothed her fears and actually listened to her when she listed off symptoms of anything ailing her.

A bitter grimace crossed Haera's features, wondering if she'd be saying that if she knew everything. No, she knew the Queen wouldn't be saying such things if she knew the truth. It's truly not her fault, really, no matter where she'd been and in what time, there were always those in positions of trust that betray people in the most horrendous way. From 'Angels of death' to people that just liked to kill for the sake of it and got a kick out of it.

These just happened to be religious zealots.

The Queen was just beginning to feel uncomfortable with the silence, not that she'd confess this to anyone, it was definitely a new experience for her though. She was used to people clamouring all over themselves to talk to her. Positively gushing to gain an invitation to one of her tea parties, or garden soirees, she was well known for her gatherings and always ensured everyone had the best of times.

Just then they were saved by one of the maids, coming bustling in hastily with a large silver tray filled with an assortment. Teas, sandwiches, biscuits. Setting it out on the only table Haera had in her rooms. It was next to the lit fire, she didn't speak, just begun to perform her usual routine before curtseying to them both before beginning to leave without a single sound leaving her lips.

"Thank you," Haera called out to the girl, politeness never killed anyone, and her experience made her uniquely qualified to know how it bloody felt to feel invisible and ignored her entire life.

The girl froze, before turning back and giving another curtesy with an added, "My Lady," before she turned and left, she knew if she was requested again, the Kingsguard would find her without a problem.

"Join me," Alysanne said, as she delicately folded herself into a seat, making it look like a dance.

Especially when compared to Haera's gait before she practically plonked into her seat, watching everything happening around her in utter amusement. From the presence of the Kingsguard – she was here to save the family not end them early – to the prim and properness of it all.

"Forgive me I don't remember your name?" Alysanne prompted, as she took her cup and warmed her hands with it peering over at the blonde haired purple eyed child before her. She was definitely just that, a child, and seemed rather petulant, nothing lady like about her at all. She reminded her of all the common women she'd seen and spoken to all her life. If she was pretending to be a lady, she was only making things more difficult for herself.

"Lady Haera," Haera answered, leaning back, just watching.

"Of which house?" the Queen enquired, replacing the cup daintily on her saucer.

"Why are you here?" Haera asked, even the Kingsguard – who really shouldn't be listening in on conversations – inhaled sharply at her disrespect. "No offence intended, but you're the queen, I'm sure you've got more important things to do with your day." Adding this when she realized she might have gone a bit too far, she really didn't want to offend them or worse, end up in whatever torture hole they have somewhere to interrogate people. It also helped veer the conversation away from her last name, oh, she wanted to be the one to reveal it to everyone, to see their reactions.

To be fair though, they might not even remember the Peverell name, the gods said they'd lost most of their history in the doom.

Still, she wanted to see the possible looks on her face, they deserved it for all the boredom she'd had to endure and for everything she was about to do for their family.

That and the king was an asshole.

"I wish to ascertain who you are," the Queen commented, "You will be brought before the king by midday."

Haera arched a brow, she was pretty sure the queen meant that to sound like a threat, but the truth was there was nothing that could terrify her. In this world, though, being threatened by the prospect of a king was likely a death sentence.

"I look forward to it," Haera replied drolly.

The Queen looked at the young Lady with a look of confusion, it's not people's normal reactions, she felt a little lost. She had never seen anyone react thusly, and she did not like the feeling it produced in her. "You must not be so flippant while in the presence of the king." She tried to caution the girl against her attitude, she knew exactly what happened to anyone who acted that way, their own daughter – who she missed so much – Saera had been victim to it too. Haera reminded her of her daughter, and it hurt, she'd lost so many already, too many of her children, she'd give just about anything to see Saera again before she passes. She knew she didn't have long left to live, few years at most, she'd had a long life, a good one for the most part.

Haera softened, hearing her thoughts, "I won't," she said, sympathy thrumming in her heart, she'd lost a lot, and the fact she'd reach out to her despite what she thought was her being obstinate, mulish, she still attempted to save her from what she believed was her own folly. She wondered if she'd be able to apparate here, or if she'd need to know where she was going in order to do so. She knew nothing of this world, not really anyway, just names and where they were. Her dragon, she could very well use her dragon to get 'home' so to speak.

"Now, tell me all about yourself!" Alysanne said, "Can you embroider?"

"Um…does stitching wounds count?" Haera asked.

"How is your hook weaving?" Alysanne, surely, she was jesting? No lady would be raised in such deplorable manner, even Alyssa had learned womanly arts despite her love of dressing unconventionally. "Knitting?"

"I never learned those skills, I'm not the best with my hands," she answered, smothering her laughter, the look of shocked, horrified offence on the Queens face was comical. It was also very true, she hadn't learned such crafts with her hands, spells on the other hand? She could use whilst sleeping if she was honest. You couldn't watch Molly Weasley and not become well versed in household spells. The time at Grimmauld Place had been also eye opening regarding everyone's cleaning skills…which sad to say were non-existent.

"Your dancing?" desperation coated her voice, horrified at the possibility of her becoming Daemons wife, when she couldn't embroider or stitch! How had she gone through life without becoming proficient in both tasks?

"Depends…do they need their feet to work afterwards?" Haera asked suggestively, "If they do, then I'm not very good." Straightening up, genuinely alarmed, it looked as if the queen was going to have a stroke! She couldn't have one here! She'd be blamed!

"How is your drawing?" Alysanne queried.

"I must confess I'm abysmal, a toddler would be better out of the both of us."

"How is your singing?"

"I can do a fantastic rendition of a cat screeching," Haera replied, her chin wobbling as she tried to stop herself laughing.

"How about an ability to play a musical instrument?" the Queen's voice was strained.

Haera glanced away, "I can whistle?" her lungs hurt so much trying to stop herself laughing.

Alysanne stared aghast at the girl, unable to believe her ears, she had to be jesting surely. The very idea of a girl not knowing how to dance, embroider or knit was beyond the pale. What on earth had that girls parents done? Even the common children in the orphanages learned these tasks in order to aid them later in life. "Can you read?" she asked, sounding very desperate indeed, without any desire to be heard thusly.

"Of course," Haera replied deeply offended, staring at her like she'd laid out the most grave of offences before her. All the while her fingers dug into her knee to stop herself laughing. The Queens thoughts were hilarious, she was acting like Haera was a beggar off the street just because she couldn't dance.

"And how is your Arithmetic?" beyond relieved she could at least read, she had that going for her at least, but how could a lady go through life not learning such basic skills they need to get through life?

"Finally getting to real talents! I'm brilliant at math!" Haera declared enthusiastically, watching a look of deep offense spread across the Queen's face at the unintended dig.

No, this was unacceptable! Daemon would be the laughing stock with such a wife. Her only values were her ability at Arithmetic and her ability to read? Whoever her parents were, clearly had done the girl a disservice and allowed her to run wild without care for her future. She was suddenly so very thankful that Alyssa had been willing to attend the classes at least. She needed to go to her husband at once, convince him that she was not right for their grandson. She likely didn't even have any inheritance, Rhea Royce did, at least Daemon would have something and not be beholden to his brother for the rest of his life. He needed someone to temper him, not add to his wild nature. Definitely not, no, she was too wild, Daemon deserved better than this, the very idea of it horrified her.

Haera closed her eyes, envisioning her dragon, the soul deep bond she had with it. It was new at the moment, very new, but her magic strengthened it beyond what any Targaryen was capable. At least on their own, it would depend on the strength of their magic, but even at that she was a god(ess) so her magic was more powerful than anything they could ever perceive. The dragon was close, very close, and a smirk slowly spread over her face, the next phase of the plan was soon to be put into action then it seemed.

Once again, Haera heard the guards before one knocked on the door of the room that was hers, temporarily as it may be. Her eyes snapped open, the smirk disappearing, well, it was time to meet the King then.

"We're here to escort you to the King, My Lady," the guard informed her.

Haera stared impassively at the figure, lip curling a little at the seven swords surrounding a crown crest. Even their uniform was surrounded by the faith of the seven, although, truth it could be the seven kingdoms, but she reckoned it was the faith, they were everywhere. She did wonder how they kept the white cloak so clean, eyeing it speculatively.

Slowly and deliberately, she stood up, careful to stop the stitching from tearing. She bypassed the dreadful dress that had been sent to her, and the shoes that definitely did not fit, even if she was willing to wear them. She smothered her amusement imagining the look on his face when she appeared still in this get up. Poor Alysanne, the Queen had been kind enough to send something for her to wear but there were limits to what she was willing to do.

Then they were on the move, to Haera's surprise, the noise wasn't quite as loud as she expected it as she walked just slightly behind them both. They passed people on the way, mostly servants, but there were a few 'Ladies' that looked completely horrified at the state of her. The men just looked her up and down with an air of distaste as they walked on by. Clearly, they hadn't heard of the saying don't judge a book by its appearance. Foolish idiots, honestly, she sniggered at the indignant looks on their faces when she just merely smirked at them.

Everyone was too easily riled up. Especially ones who were concerned about appearances.

She did begin to slow the longer they walked, the wound beginning to twinge unpleasantly, a reminder that she was still healing. That and she'd not taken another dose of the pain reliever, she'd been interrupted by the Queen then she'd slept for a few hours. The pain relief dosage was quite strong so it did make her a little lethargic. She didn't take it very often as it was, no way was she getting comfortable here when she had no idea what was going to happen. She was grateful for the potions though, massively, otherwise she'd still be in agony.

To think the king was likely aware of this but had dared summon her anyway? Dickwad. Although, she kind of respected that, someone unknown riding a dragon, in his keep, he wanted answers, which fair, she would too.

Didn't mean she was going to make it easy on him.

The dickwad probably hadn't been told no many times in his life.

Well, he had, really, and she respected the hell out of the girl who had. Hats off to her, it couldn't have been easy.

Her feet were freezing, the keep was by no means covered in rugs or carpets, perhaps she should have put those shoes on even if her feet would be half over the shoe itself. She cast a warming charm on herself, on most specifically the dress, non-verbally, which wouldn't help her feet, but she'd warm up nonetheless.

"Your name, my lady?" the Kingsguard asked, staring expectantly at her.

"What? Why?" she asked, surprised.

"So, you may be introduced," gesturing towards the room.

Haera grinned, all teeth, "Are prisoners always introduced?"

The Kingsguard shifted just slightly at the look gracing the lady's features, feeling rather wrongfooted for reasons beyond his comprehension. The second one just looked beyond bored, as he stared straight ahead, looking as if he was in a world of his own design. Although, Haera had the impression it was all put on, and that if she attempted anything, she'd have his sword pointed at her as quick as lightening. If he met her gaze just once she'd know everything he was thinking and then some…but regretfully he didn't and she wasn't going to try and catch his gaze for however long they had before she was ushered into the room.

"My Lady?" he spoke again, waiting.

Haera sighed dramatically, "Alright, fine, Lady Haera," she replied as if it was a chore.

The second Kingsguard just watched them, eyes gleaming in a certain way denoting an amusement at his fellow brothers expense.

"Don't keep looking, that's all your getting, I want to see his face when I tell him my name." Haera declared, having zero shame about sharing her desire to get a reaction from the King.

The second Kingsguard coughed, and sputtered for half a second, and Haera was positive it was to hide a sudden laugh.

After that it was quickly announced, "Lady Haera, your graces,"

"You really don't want to see his reaction? Come on! How often does he react to anything?" she said, bouncing on the balls of her feet, with a wicked grin.

Both men remained impassive, for the most part.

"Eh, spoil sports!" with that she wandered in, looking around the opulent room, giving zero attention to the King. She probably shouldn't be purposefully riling him up, but she couldn't help herself. She'd faced death so many times that a king wasn't all that intimidating really, not even one such as he. It helped that even if by some miracle that he managed to overpower her and she 'died' it would be temporarily. She could not die, she was a god, a supreme being, she could roam around universes without delay, could go anywhere in this whole wide universe.

Although, she was rather fascinated by this one, dragons! Bonded dragon riders! She wondered if the Targaryens could cast magic or not. It was proven before she even knew about the Targaryens for Merlin's sake, she'd been down here frequently, most recently before the gods asked him for their help was Dorne. He'd gotten a lot of Vhagar's favourite treats and fruits, knowing that the gods couldn't come down to…well, let's just call it Earth even though it wasn't. Such contact with the human race was strictly forbidden, and not to mention impossible.

A throat cleared and Haera mentally patted herself on the back 'ten points to Gryffindor!' she thought, before she glanced to where the sound had come from. Only it wasn't just the king, oh, no, he had his entire family there, bloody brilliant. She cleared his own throat, "Ah, the second Targaryen usurper king, you know…you're exactly how I imagined you'd be." She told him as she walked further into the room, "Including the twinkle in your eye." She informed him, leaning against the wall, right next to the windows, plucking the apple from the bowl.

Most of the family looked completely aghast by her words, even Baelon.

Daemon however, had looked away, keeping his face hidden from his family having found the words hilarious. He loved chaos though, so it was hardly surprising that he'd find it all entertaining and funny. He knew better than to laugh at this very moment, his grandsire would likely flog him if he laughed at that. There was no way he'd forget such disrespect, especially from him and he was on thin ice as it was. As made clear by the fact he was being forced to marry Rhea Royce.

"You know, you're referred to as King Jaehaerys the wise in the history books after you die," Haera continued, and the entire room froze at her words, "If only history knew the future, truth is, your actions bring about the downfall of the Targaryen dynasty, which wouldn't be bad all on its own if it hadn't taken the damn dragons as well."

The king could only stare, completely caught off guard, but his gaze was sharp and shewed, taking in everything she was saying. Baelon unsheathed his sword, believing it to be a threat against the king.

"But the icing on the cake? The long night takes all of humanity with it…and it all starts with a damn mistranslated word…a single damn word…" Haera stated sharply, "You're a fool of the tallest order, I've been asked to save you and the dragons…but you know what? You wouldn't believe a word I have to say. Would you? For the simple reason I wasn't born with a fucking cock between my legs."

Baelon and Daemon choked on their own spit at her words.

"You're too far gone," Haera said sadly. "I hope you can sleep at night though, knowing you're the one that destroys the Targaryen dynasty and all of humanity. Congratulations, I don't think even Meagor got that high a kill count."

The King straightened almost seizing in his fury, belatedly realizing something was going to happen but not what, but before he could even think to order her to be contained until he could think of everything, she'd just spat at him. She kicked the glass causing it to shatter just as the sound of a dragons roar almost shattered their eardrums.

She jumped upon the ledge, wincing at the tiny bits of glass imbedding in her feet, okay, she definitely shouldn't have done that. Turning back around, she added, "Since you were so desperate to know who I am…I am Lady Haera...of house Peverell." With that she jumped off the ledge causing startled screams to leave the queen and Gaels mouths.

The half-eaten apple swung back and forth on the ledge amongst the glass.

A/N – ha! That was fun! I just don't think it would be much fun writing a demure Haera (Harry) so she's always going to be feisty and I'll fight anyone who thinks she'd react any different, she might be a female but she's still Harry in there so yeah, she's going to be hilarious to write like this Hehe of course I cannot have her going too far which is difficult got to have some public respect for the king after all whether you like him or not. I've also edited the first few chapters nothing drastic just removed that they win against the white walkers and that humanity ends. I really, really hope you got a giggle out of the conversation between the queen and Haera! I certainly got a laugh out of imagining it! Read & Review please!