From Storms to Thrones (Part 1)

The council room emptied hours later, leaving only a handful of us behind. I remained standing my legs aching but unmoving, unsure of what to do next, and it seemed to be the right decision since Rhaenyra hadn't dismissed me along with the others. Daemon stayed as well, his eyes flicking between me and Rhaenyra, before settling on his wife with a look that demanded an explanation.

Rhaenys also lingered in the back of the room, her gaze shifting between Rhaenyra and Daemon, her expression thoughtful and measured. The tension in the room was palpable, like a quiet storm brewing just beneath the surface.

Rhaenyra sighed, a sound heavy with the weight of unspoken thoughts, and turned her attention to me. "Remove your hood," she commanded, her voice steady.

I obeyed, slowly lifting the hood from my head, exposing my face to the scrutinizing gazes of Daemon and Rhaenys. The air felt thicker, almost suffocating under the intensity of their stares.

"Who is she?" Daemon's voice cut through the silence, each word deliberate, his eyes narrowing as he spoke.

Rhaenyra met his gaze with a steady calmness, pausing before she answered. "She is the one who warned me about Aemond's attack on Lucerys."

Daemon's eyes narrowed further, suspicion hardening his features. "So she is a spy," he said, his tone sharp and accusing. "You bring a spy into our ranks?"

Rhaenyra shook her head, her eyes locking with Daemon's, a silent conversation passing between them. "Not a spy," she corrected, her voice firm. "But someone who knew of the attack, someone who saved our son."

Rhaenys interjected stepping forward, her voice soft but filled with an edge of curiosity. "And how exactly did she know of this attack? What proof do we have that she is not lying, or worse, playing both sides?"

I felt the weight of their doubts and suspicions pressing down on me, the need to prove myself clear in the tense atmosphere. But how could I explain my knowledge without revealing the truth of my origins, a truth that sounded absurd even to my own ears?

Rhaenyra turned to me, her eyes searching mine for answers. "Speak," she said softly, yet with a commanding presence. "Tell them what you told me."

I took a deep breath, feeling the eyes of three powerful individuals on me, waiting, judging. "I knew of the attack because..." I hesitated, searching for the right words, "...because I have knowledge of events that are yet to happen."

Daemon scoffed, disbelief clear in his expression. "You expect us to believe that you can see the future?"

I shook my head, trying to find a way to convey the truth without sounding insane. "Not exactly," wishing I sounded more confident, but Daemon made me nervous. Rightfully so. "But I do know things—things that have yet to come to pass. I warned the Queen because I knew Lucerys would be in danger if he went to Storm's End."

Rhaenys tilted her head, her eyes narrowing in scrutiny. "And what else do you know? What other events have you seen?"

I opened my mouth, then closed it, the enormity of the situation weighing heavily on me. What could I say that wouldn't irreversibly change the timeline? The future I spoke of was not set in my stone, my presence, my words, they had the potential to ripple in the course of history. I needed to be cautious, yet...truthful?. Taking a deep breath, I steadied myself and spoke, trying to infuse confidence into my shaky voice.

"You all die," I said, my gaze sweeping across the room, meeting each person's eyes before lingering on Rhaenyra. The silence was suffocating, every eye fixed on me, the weight of my words settling like a dark cloud over the room.