The Great War (гет)

She did not awaken with a scream, not even a loud gasp. Her eyes simply startled open, still wide with the horrors she’d dreamt of. She couldn’t even jump off the bed to try to put some physical distance between nightmare and reality, as her body still felt paralyzed. It was as if the Old Gods were doing their best to impress on her skin the horror that would befall their family.
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A fix-it fic in which Rhaenyra trusts Daemon with the knowledge she's received from the start.