He had been expecting a feeling of warmth to wash over him as Roberts sword found its was into his chest, he expected to see his wife and children, anyone he had known in his life but as darkness clouded his vision he found nothing. His thoughts and feelings were mo more and Rhaegar Targaryen ceased to be no more.
That was until there was a spark and he felt his soul being pulled, yanked away from the once comforted feeling of nothingness and back towards the light to being again. Memories and basic functions were coming back slowly as he felt his soul realign with his body. He felt his skin burn and for a moment Rahegar wondered if this was it. He had passed some judgement test and would wake in the afterlife. But he heard an unfamiliar voice and his foggy mind went to the Seven. “The Mother…?” He mummered as he thought the voice to belong to the motherly aspect of the Seven. But as he woke further and looked at the woman, he gave her a warm half smile. Of course The Mother would take form in his very own mother. In Rhaella. “Mother, Rhaella…I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you or Viserys. I should have been. But-” His voice was low and there was a bitter sadness that came out between words as he tried not to cough, inhaling the smoke that was still around him. “I-wasn’t.”
Yet, there was something about this woman and the longer he looked at her that more he found himself noticing differences. Just enough to make him see that it wasn’t Rhaella and Rhaegar sat up, feeling the weight of his armor, intact and as if Robert hadn’t laid the killing blow on him. He had died. But everything here felt to real, smelt to real and looked to real. This wasn’t the afterlife at all, his indigo eyes looked around and he was bewildered. Why was he in the Dragonpit in Kings Landing? He should have been far away, far from here, fighting at the Trident.
He stumbled upright, getting his bearings as he reached for his sword. “Who are you?!” The Prince of Dragonstone demanded as he unsheathed his sword and held it out, pointing it at the woman who wore nothing on her. Why had he been brought here? Was this another test from the Gods? It had to be. “Why have you brought me here?”
Goldnwulf 