Chapter 1: 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭
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rhaenyra targaryen ; lady of winterfell
artemis potter-black ; daughter of lily and james and hero of the wizarding world
cregan stark ; lord of winterfell
regulus arcturus black ; son of orion and walburga and hero of the wizarding world
Chapter 2: prologue
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Viserys I Targaryen fancied himself a dreamer: from the moment he had closed his eyes and saw himself riding atop Balerion, he had known he was different even if others couldn’t see it.
So when he had seen himself naming his daughter as his heir instead of his brother, he hadn’t hesitated to do so, even though his counselors had been dubitative – still, they had relented since no one sane wanted Daemon on the throne.
He had noticed how Rhaenyra seemed to distance herself from Aemma as the birth of Baelon neared, but he hadn’t thought too much about it; why would he, when he would finally have the son he wished to? He had been plagued with visions of a silver-haired boy being hailed as the King of the Seven Kingdoms as he walked through swords of steel and wearing the crown of the Conqueror as well as holding his swords. He knew his Realm’s Delight would understand why he had been forced to demote her for the stability of Westeros.
As he witnessed Aemma being gutted by the Maesters, he felt…like something had gone wrong. Yet, he had paid no mind when he had Baelon between his arms and looked at his heir with loving eyes.
He had lost a Queen, but he had a future King, right?
Wrong.
Baelon was dubbed the Heir for the Day as Daemon mocked him in the taverns whereas Viserys sank in his cups and dreamed again.
And he saw a war .
He saw dragons falling to their death, children killed mercilessly and his House, the pride of his blood, brought to lows never imagined before. What were Targaryens without their famous beasts? After all, Rhaenyra had hatched a dragon in her crib and later on, went to claim her great-grandfather’s dragon, Vermithor which cemented her position as heir.
He saw green towers and bloodied swords, he saw cruelty and madness plaguing their lineage…and that’s when he knew he had to save his daughter from herself.
Rhaenyra will never be Queen.
And Alicent Hightower shall be his new lady wife and the mother of the future King of the Seven Kingdoms.
Rhaenyra had never dubbed herself a dreamer: she was a realist. She had lived twice before – and she had suffered through both of them. Yet, she would always hate her life as a Targaryen; forced to lose her children one after the other for a throne. After having fought for Olympus twice, she understood that power was nothing than an illusion: there will always be someone higher than you on the food chain ready to tear you down.
She still vividly recalled every single moment of her life as Rhea; the daughter of James Potter and Lily Evans, both heroes in their own right.
And of course, Artemis Potter became Artemis Black after she had married her best friend and another part of her soul: Regulus. He was also somehow her uncle and she had truly wondered if she had some sort of uncle kink. Oh, well.
Oh, she still remembered how they had met: him waking up in the infirmary after she had accompanied Dumbledore to the blasted cursed cave where they found him in stasis for the last twenty years after he had switched sides and had seeked to betray Voldemort.
She had expected pure bliss at the moment of her death: having said her goodbye to her children as well as her friends and family sisters, hoping she would finally join her parents once and for all. Finally be able to meet the people who had died for her sake.
Only to be pulled by Death with a mission: coming back to Westeros as her third and final life and changing history as she knew it. It was impossible to refuse when the literal embodiment of Death appeared out of nowhere and asked her to do something, but the fact Regulus would join her as the Heir to House Stark was a benefit she couldn't pass from.
To be honest, she had went through an existential crisis as Artemis Potter when she had found the tales written by G.R.R. Martin and she had bought every book available and met the author in order to gain more information about the world she had left. To discover she was seen as a pretender, a whore as well as 'Maegor the Cruel with Teats' had broken her heart, but what cemented it was her children's fate. She had tried her whole life to push away the memories of her sweet boys but she was forced to think of them now: one thing was sure, she wouldn't care about the fucking throne or about her so-called father.
No, damn the Iron Throne to the Seven Hells, damn House Targaryen for the way it treated its women and damn the Seven Kingdoms.
From her blood came the princess that was promised.
After all, Death had never told her to save her family's dynasty – just to change history.
