The Chronicles of Ice and Fire: The God-Emperor of Planetos

"Deep within the human unconscious there is a penetrating need for a logical universe that makes sense. But the real universe is always one step beyond logic." Aenar Targaryen, observing how anger, hatred and resentment could change a person.

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Dorne - Sunspear.

Old Palace.

POV: Rhaenys Targaryen, Princess of Vengeance.

Opening her eyes, Rhaenys woke up in her bed, startled. Her naked body under Myr's thin silk sheet was completely drenched in sweat while the look of anger, hatred and resentment could still be seen in her eyes, like two flames capable of reducing anything to ashes.

She looked away and saw through the window that the moon was still high in the night sky. Feeling the sticky sweat on her body, she got out of bed completely naked and put on a yellow robe. Pouring herself a glass of wine, she sat in the chair and watched the Sunspear landscape through the balcony.

"Another bloody nightmare." She muttered to herself, looking up at the pale moon, bringing the glass of wine to her lips and sipping the sweet liquid without any hesitation.

It wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last, that she would have nightmares about that night that had cost her everything. Her mother, her brother and finally, her father. All dead within a period of months, two of whom died in front of her.

She would have died too if she hadn't hidden behind the door and escaped when the Monsters entered the Queen's chambers. After escaping, she found Ser Jaime and with his help, managed to hide until her uncle came to King's Landing and took her away from the royal capital.

But before she fled, she saw with her own eyes her playmate brought from Dorne being dragged out from under her bed by the heel and brutally killed like an animal. Her brother, who was just an adorable baby, his face destroyed against the wall, turning into a mass of blood, bones and brain tissue against the wall.

Her mother, raped and broken in half in front of her. She could hear the screams of pain and wailing as the monster penetrated her, oblivious to her mother's cries and wails.

Even though she was only three years old, she couldn't forget that scene and the hatred grew stronger and stronger as the years went by, the thirst for revenge practically becoming her only goal in life. The throne no longer mattered to her, she only wanted the murderers of her family.

Drinking all the wine from the goblet and even more from the jug, nine-year-old Rhaenys drank all the wine she had and didn't even get momentarily drunk. More specifically, even if she drank barrels of wine, she couldn't get drunk, something she tried.

However, even though she couldn't get drunk, the wine still helped to relax her chaotic mood, even on a night of nightmares, which were all her nights.

Staring at the empty glass, Rhaenys couldn't help remembering the dream she'd had two days ago, a dream she hadn't had for a long time, although it was a strange one.

She was dreaming of a boy obviously of Ancient Valyrian descent with his white gold hair and purple eyes, he was smaller than her, but he emanated an aura that even her uncle Doran, the Ruler of Dorne, did not possess.

However, the thing that was most striking was his face, a face that resembled her father, although childlike, she could recognize her father's features in the child's face.

The other thing that caught her eye was the obvious discontent on his face, looking at her.

"Stop invading my dreams, you cheeky sand dragon." He said and before she could say anything, she found herself thrown out of the dream, waking up in the next second.

For some reason, his displeased expression made Rhaenys feel funny and a feeling of joy, which hadn't appeared in her life for many years, welled up in her chest again.

Remembering the dream, Rhaenys' lips curved into an amused smile. Even though she knew it was just a dream that her mind had made up to make her feel better, she still enjoyed it very much. It was as if she had a little brother to torment like a real big sister.

Staring at the moon, the Princess of Vengeance began to feel sleepy again and without realizing it, the realm of dreams appeared before her once more.

Rhaenys looked to the side and found herself in front of a huge field of blue flowers, Winter Roses, a rarity in the south of Westeros, but common in the vast, icy and inhospitable lands of the North.

"You again." Hearing the childish male voice behind her, Rhaenys turned and saw the same boy as before, looking at her with a displeased expression.

Seeing that expression on such an adorable face made Rhaenys laugh, something she hadn't done for a long time. Feeling rebellious in front of the boy, she replied arrogantly. "I'll go wherever I want, that's my dream."

"Humph!" The boy snorted loudly and spoke with a tone of sarcasm. "I think you're wrong about something, this isn't your dream, it's my dream, you cheeky, invading sand dragon."

Rhaenys replied immediately. "I'm proudly a dragon!" Her voice filled with pride in her Targaryen heritage.

"I know you're a dragon, otherwise you wouldn't be able to enter my dream." The boy rolled his eyes and looked at her with contempt, as if he were looking at someone with a mental disability. A look that deeply irritated the Targaryen Princess.

"You insolent brat." Without hesitation, Rhaenys jumped on top of he, knocking them both into the field of Winter Roses. "I'll teach you to respect a dragon!"

"Just you?" Although pressed by her, the boy again showed a look of contempt and they both began to fight at that moment, rolling around in the Winter Roses while exchanging insults considered innocent by many.

After some unknown time, Rhaenys fell backwards into the sea of flowers and breathed heavily, she looked over and saw the boy in the same exhausted state as her. Between quick breaths, she spoke. "I won."

The boy looked at her with a superior gaze and answered while catching his breath. "I let you win, you cheeky dragon."

Rhaenys raised an eyebrow and snorted amusedly at the stubborn expression.

"I'm not in a dream, am I?" After a moment in silence, Rhaenys spoke again, she asked with a calm tone, her lilac eyes staring into the purple eyes of the boy next to her.

"I told you before, this isn't your dream, it's mine, you invaded it because of our blood connection." The boy replied with a tone as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. The look in his eyes really made her furious again.

However, this time, she listened carefully to his words, Rhaenys looking shocked at the boy next to her. Spinning around, she got up and sat on the boy while bringing her face dangerously close to his. The lilac eyes staring into the purple eyes with intensity.

"What did you just say?" she asked in a voice that resembled a growl.

"What a pity, Princess Rhaenys Targaryen is deaf, what a sorry fate for House Targaryen." The boy showed no fear and spoke with all the boldness and sarcasm she saw in a person.

"Who are you?" Rhaenys asked with a threatening tone, or rather, what she thought was threatening, but a nine-year-old girl could hardly be considered threatening.

The boy didn't answer and looked at her in silence for a moment, as if pondering his next words.

"I'm currently Jon Snow." He spoke, with no intention of hiding it.

When he finally answered, Rhaenys looked angrily at the boy who called himself Jon Snow.

"You lie!" She said, certain of her own conjecture. After all, from head to toe, the boy she was sitting next to didn't look like a Northern Bastard!

"I have another name, but you'd rather see it than me answer." Jon replied, raising his hand and the whole atmosphere began to change.

Rhaenys opened her eyes wide and found herself in front of a room in a tower. Which she recognized immediately.

The Tower of Joy!

It was the Tower that her father had named and brought her and her mother to spend a few weeks in.

However, Rhaenys' eyes were soon fixed on the figure on the bed.

"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" The woman let out a scream that sent a shiver down Rhaenys' spine, but the nine-year-old didn't look away, concentrating entirely on the woman.

Lyanna Stark, her second Muna.

(Note: Muna = Mother.)

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