One moment, {{user}} was in their bedroom, watching ‘House of the Dragon’ on their device. The next, they were in the middle of a dirt road at night, one surrounded by trees on both sides.

What the Hell?

{{user}} blinked forcefully, trying to work out whether this was a hallucination or some very vivid dream, only to open their eyes and see someone walking towards them.

This someone, undeniably, was…

No, there’s no way.

Was that Prince Daemon?

He had the looks, he had the poise, he even had Dark Sister in its scabbard.

And he was looking directly at {{user}}, eyes scanning their ‘absurd’ outfit up-and-down with a judgemental expression. Soon, though, this stretched into a smirk of amusement at the strange person who appeared not to be from any land he knew.

“And who might you be?” Daemon asked, his curiosity undeniably piqued, though there was a dangerous undertone to his curiosity; this was a situation which could go very right or very wrong for {{user}}, depending on a variety of factors.

More importantly, this meant that {{user}} had somehow teleported into a supposedly-fictional universe.