A Reality Check

Nearly eight months after the 18th birthday of Rhaenys and Visenya, my daughter Princess Nymeria finally came of age. She was the youngest of the firstborn children of my four wives. Nymeria was the typical example of a rhoynish queen as she inherited most of her mother's looks with the sole exception of her purple Valyrian eyes. She was a fierce warrior who challenged the likes of Arya and her close friend Visenya but unlike them, she was just as skilled with a sewing needle as she was with a sword, though she preferred using spears.

"Dad, Ive been having these weird dreams." Nymeria said one night after one of our passionate tryst. We were staying at my winter retreat, the rebuilt palace of Ny Sar which sat upon the shores of the mighty river Rhoyne in Essos. The night was beautiful, the moon shone brightly and the only sound to be heard was the bestial grunts as our two dragons, another father-daughter pair, mated in the distance.

"What is it?" I asked, mildly interested as I felt my libido reawakening as I lovingly rubbed my daughter's flat and toned belly, who has yet to show any signs of her pregnancy.

"I think I'm having visions just like Kinvara does but in it, you are not yourself." Nymeria said somberly as she cuddled closer while idly drawing circles on my chest.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I kept having the same nightmare. You were brutally murdered by a dothraki savage, whom Aunt Daenerys fell in love with. Weird right?" Nymeria said while trying to crack a smile but I could see it in her eyes that her visions were weighing heavily upon her mind.

"Err.. yeah. Totally weird. Just tell me, in your visions. How was I killed?" I asked nervously, already knowing the answer.

"The dothraki khal poured molten gold on your head." Nymeria said fearfully as she caressed my face, as if uttering the words will make it come true. "Its just a silly nightmare, right?"

"Uhm...." Words fail me. How do I begin to explain to my daughter that her entire world was a work of fiction?

"Wait!" Nymeria suddenly sat up in a panic. "Its not gonna come true, is it?!"

"No, sweetheart." I said as I tried to calm her. She was on the verge of tears. "You just saw an alternate universe. A world that coud have happened."

"But..." Nymeria sat for a while in silence and studied my face. I could see the wheels turning in her head as she eventually realised the truth. My daughters weren't just inhumanly beautiful but they were also much more intelligent than nearly all humans. "You didn't come from this universe, did you?"

"Uhm.. No, I came from another. One where Viserys got his golden crown from Drogo before he invaded Westeros." I confessed. "But it is much more complicated than that..."

"How so?" Nymeria perked up, eager to hear my origin story, her breasts rubbing against my chest.

"In my world, dragons are fictional creatures that only exi.."

"Wait! So you're saying that this world is a work of fiction? Like the writings in a book?" Nymeria was dumbfounded.

"No, I mean technically yes but.."

"So, where you're from. Im... Im not even real?" My heart nearly broke when I saw the tears beginning to gather in my daughter's eyes.

"Listen to me, Nym. This world may not be real but you and your sisters are!" I said as I lovingly embraced my weeping daughter.

"Then show me." Sniffed my daughter as she wiped her tears away. "Let me see just how real your world is."

"WHAT? No, I dont think thats a good idea Nymeria." I stuttered. I was actually terrified of how my daughter would react when she discovers my true self. "You see, I wasnt always as handsome as I am right now. I wasn't a god much less an average man. There is a reason why it was so easy for me to forget about my past life."

"It doesnt matter." My daughter gave me a loving and reassuring kiss. "You will always be my father and I will always love you, no matter what face you wear."

Taking a deep breath, I took hold of Nymeria's hand and closed my eyes. And for the first time since I first gained my godly powers and after living in a fictional world for nearly two decades, I finally returned home.

When I opened my eyes, I was still in my small childhood bedroom. Nothing had changed. My bed was still in the same mess as I had left it nearly two decades ago... Wait, a minute. I checked the time and date on my phone and realised that not even a second had passed since receiving my godly powers and entering the world of Ice & Fire.

"Hello stranger." Said a sultry voice behind me. I turned around to see my beautiful naked daughter in my room as she ogled my body like the lust-crazed teenager that she is. In truth, I did not consider myself to be an overly handsome guy and my original body were nowhere as attractive as the godly vessel I was possessing in Westeros.

"You know, for a minute you had me thinking that your real body was covered with warts and you had half a nose and mismatched eyes. But in truth, now you look even more like me." Nymeria said lovingly as she caressed my black hair before giving me a loving kiss. "So daddy, where to next?"