Chapter 4: more reincarnation madness
AN: here we go. A continuing chapter that leads directly from the last one.
I love the idea of taking a reincarnation of a queen to put back with my guy ragnar.
His son will look like ragnar lothbrook also, i have some aesthetic things I'm going to introduce soon.
I'm a writer who loves pictures. I need to be able to show others an idea of what I'm seeing.
So if the pictures bug you, i apologize. I'm just trying to do what I want others who write to do for me when I'm a reader and not an author.
Enjoy the chapter.
Ps: Also, give me some ideas where he should set up shop. I know I've stated his intentions for the steostones, but if one of you can provide a different place and an adequate reason for settling there I'll no doubt be open to using it.
I was gonna use Rhaenyra as the wife until I saw someone comment about reincarnation of the woman, this should provide you with evidence I'm open to any ideas as long as their given in a respectful manner.
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RAGNAR
I'm woken by brightfyre's weariness as well as the slight shifting of both dragons behind me.
Damn it. I'd been sleeping so well, dreaming about my castle and sigil and children in this world. But the dragons decided to wake me up.
I open my eyes slowly, proof my sleep was deeper than I'd thought, and the blurriness takes half a minute to clear.
In front of me is a beautiful purple fire courtesy of my beautiful girl nova. I can also feel the heat emanating from the two large circles of fire th dragons made to warm themselves while sleeping.
This, as well as the heat provided by the dragons body's I lay against was the perfect cosy position. I honestly don't know why Valyrians ever built keeps.
A dragon is the best sleeping bag.
All my thoughts of dragons and their history however is shattered when I see what the dragons woke me up for.
About 30 feet in front of us is a beautiful women.
Although her eyes don't glow like mine, the pale purple she has in her sockets is absolutely stunning.
This coupled with her soft facial features and beautiful puffy pink lips provided an incredible picture.
But as I look closer I can tell I recognize her. Daenerys Targaryen, the queen of ashes.
Although she didn't know about the wildfyre in the city, such a thing was still her fault. She attacked the city she wanted to rule. I understand though, after beating the night king and seeing no lannister soldiers to help must've been blood boiling.
I quickly get to my feet, draw my sword, and pray to every god that exists not to let drogon come swooping over to see me holding his mother at sword point.
I speak, hoping my larger size and two dragon companions will help in the intimidation factor, ""who the hell are you?""
It seems my words broke her from her own daze. She looks at me with narrowed eyes and speaks back in high Valyrian, ""I am queen Daenerys storm born of house Targaryen. Who are you and why are you here?""
Is this girl actually trying to interrogate me? The man with the sword and dragons in this situation?
My indignation must've swam across my face because she giggled at me. A sound like that off whind chimes. A truly beautiful sound.
I sigh and answer her question, ""my name is ragnar calaeris. I'm here because I intend to take over these islands.""
I see her eyes narrow again at my response before she speaks again. ""How do you know me?"" She asked bluntly. Seems my recognition was clocked by her. Damn. She's good.
But what more could you expect from someone who literally regularly conversed with schemers and mummers in her quest to be queen.
I respond, trying to keep my voice as sincere as possible, ""I don't know you. But you do look like someone I knew long long ago. A sad fate of a girl who wanted a family. Children. Safety.""
I trail off. Wondering how next to phrase my words, ""but such things were ripped from her at every turn. Both by the people who advised her and her own family. A sad tale. One I don't wish to go further into. Her name however was not Daenerys.""
The women looks thoughtful at my words. Lightly chewing her plump bottom lip.
If I'm honest with myself I assume it's on purpose. For no man could think clearly when a mouth so perfect is moving.
Just as I get over the hormone inducing sight of the real Daenerys Targaryen, im about to speak when nova lets out a small screech and makes her way to Daenerys.
I allow it, mainly because I think I know what's about to happen. And anyone who gets in the way of a dragon claiming their human is set to face the flames. Something I want to avoid.
When the two get close enough to touch dany is brought from her thoughts and looks awed at such a creature up close.
While I won't brag out loud, internally I think 'yea, that's right, two dragons bigger than your biggest one. See it and weep.' Before I see the connection be made.
The beautiful girl looks over to me. I don't know what her problem is. She looks like she wants to say something but is holding back.
I'm swiftly nudged by firey mount who still hasn't moved from my back.
I turn around to see him standing up and shaking off his sleepiness before looking at me with a look I know to be saying, 'let's fly'
Then I know why she looked at me like that. She wanted me to come with her. But didn't know how to ask.
If this really is another reincarnation bullshit, then I assume this to be a women who was just stabbed by her lover, jon snow, in the throne room of kings landing in season 8.
Hands down the worst ending to a story in mh opinion.
Even though there aren't main characters in the game of thrones universe, I and everyone else knows dany and jon were the protagonists.
For 6 seasons they developed them as characters. Leading us all to know they were destined to meet.
Only for that to be shot to absolute shit with seasons 7-8.
I break out of my cursing those show runners for letting that happen to such a great story, and can see I've made it up brightfyres back while the queen of the ashes awaits me atop nova.
Looking at her beautiful silver hair dance in the wind, I finally know why so many men in her time fought to be by her side. She was exquisite and graceful, not at all the person I remember seeing in the last season of got.
I send one last thought to the deity's residing in this world, 'damn you for putting her in my path.' Because I know for sure I won't be able to get her out of it now.
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Sorry for the short chapter. Just trying to get the intros out of the way so I can do a little time skip to get us where I want the story to actually begin.
Send me ideas on if he should stay in the stepstones or if dany has a better idea. I'm open to any respectful exchange of ideas
Hope you enjoyed 🤷
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