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ALL CHARACTER AND SETTING RIGHTS BELONG TO HBO. THIS IS A FANFICTION just for those who would love to save Queen Rhaenyra from the brutal fate that awaits her. Join Rhea on her journey as she attempts to alter the course of events. Rhea Cole's eyes were glued to the screen as she watched the latest episode of House of the Dragon. She had always been a die-hard fan of the Game of Thrones franchise, and this prequel series was no exception. But as she watched the events unfold, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. She knew what was coming - the tragic fall of Rhaenyra Targaryen, her favorite character. As she drew closer to the TV to get a better look at the glitchy screen, a strange sensation washed over her. The room began to blur and fade away, replaced by a vivid landscape of rolling hills and towering mountains. Rhea stumbled backward, disoriented, and found herself standing in the middle of a bustling market square. People in medieval clothing hurried past her, speaking in a language she didn't understand. But as she looked down at her hands, she saw that they were no longer her own. They were smaller, paler, and adorned with intricate dragon-scale jewelry. A figure approached her - a woman with long, curly brown hair and a warm smile. "Rhaenerys, dear, what are you doing here?" she asked, eyeing Rhea's confusion. Rhea's mind reeled. And soon she realized that she had somehow become Rhaenerys Targaryen, daughter of Saera Targaryen. She was now a part of the world she had only ever known through screens and pages.