Rhaenyra was angry, so angry. Her father had gone and married her best friend, or they would be upon springtime, it hadn't even been six months since her mother's death. She had accepted that he was going to remarry the night before, came to an understand especially after the King pulled her aside to talk but she had been given no warning about who it was.

So, she snuck into her father's room while she knew that he was busy and went through the Valyrian books that she could see, there was a certain one she was looking for, she couldn't find it at first before she moved over to see it laying on a table near her father's stone created Kings'Landing. She grabbed it and started searching through the pages, looking for some curse she could surely use on her father.

She found one and tore it out of the book before closing, the door slowly slid open, and she hid behind the door before slipping out. It had only been a maid getting ready to clean it as she walked by and pretended, she hadn't been in there.

She later returned to her chambers, starting to read over the curse again. It would take his most important thing in his life away, she wondered what it would be? His crown? Maybe Alicent(she would feel bad for that though)? Or maybe he would never get the boy he'd always wanted. She giggled before looking over the instructions. They looked easy.

Dragon blood, Valyrian Steel, and fire... She looked down at her necklace and shook her head, not that one. She needed the Kings knife.

She took his knife one night after everyone had went to bed, sneaking it through the secret passage that Daemon had once shown her. She grabbed it from his bedside table and snuck back out without being heard or seen.

She returned to her room and started the ritual, when she finished, she had gone to bed smiling.

Only when she woke up did she realize she'd fucked up. She woke up in another time period in someone's house. She blinked and started panicking, "What the fuck?" She exclaimed, nothing looked like Kings'landing.