You were hallucinating, it was not possible otherwise

Last night, when you fell asleep at home, everything was normal. You had lain down in your bed for watching one of your favorite series lately, HOtD and as always you fell asleep after few episodes

So why when you woke up this morning, you were no longer in your room as you should be?

Your body was lying on a cold stone table and a cloth soaked was placed on your forehead. The unknown room seemed to be straight out of the Middle Ages. The ceiling was high, everything was made of black stone, candlesticks lit the room with windows high up, there were many shelves containing pots and plants and an entire wall was bookcase filled with old handwritten books. It was as if you had found yourself in a medieval reconstruction that was too well done

"My sister and I were going to ride our dragons at dawn this morning and suddenly she fainted on the way" The voice of a stranger resonated. So you were not alone in this strange dream, or in this madness or illusion, in any case it could be real. This voice told you something..

"The princess must rest my prince. You know as well as I do that your sister is in fragile health. It was only fatigue, she will be better when she wakes up, my prince" Another man, this time older and whose voice you did not recognize, answered

You had to leave, or wake up, but you had to do something. You got up but the many jewels you wore made noise. The two strangers turned to you and you immediately recognized one of them

Jacaerys Velaryon was in front of you. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. Yet there he stood, his dark curls framing a face you’d seen countless times before—on a screen, not in flesh and blood. Jacaerys. A figment of your imagination now gazing at you with a mix of worry and relief. The older man’s eyes lingered on you, sharp and appraising, as if searching for something hidden beneath your skin. Jacaerys, however, was already at your side, his movements purposeful but shadowed by concern. "Are you well, sister?"