Silver Hair

You awoke in a new body and fell to the floor. You looked at your hands and they weren't your own they were older and more battle hardened.

"Are you alright Daemon?" A voice called out from across the hall.

You stood up and saw the great hall but it was draped in Targaryen heraldry and the man calling to you was a middle aged man with silver hair wearing a crown sat upon the Iron Throne.

"Yes, yes I just had a horrific headache," You called out in a semi-lucid state.

"It's not like you uncle, to not be stable on your feet," A young woman of Valyrian appearance walked past.

"Ah Rhaenyra my sweet, Alicent has been looking for you, would you be a good daughter and go find her, I think she is in the Godswood," The man sat upon the throne said.

You had never been a huge keeper of history but these names you recognised. You pulled your long hair from behind your head. It was silver too. You were in the body of Daemon Targaryen and not your own. You didn't understand.

You spent time exploring the castle and trying to keep mostly to yourself but after a few days nothing was changing and this didn't feel like any dream you had had before. Maybe you were here for a reason maybe the magic that Melisandre spoke of wasn't just the shadow demon but more and this was a part of it.

You had to find out what was going on and how to get back to your own body? Your own body but you were dying right?