"Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers, starts so soft and sweet, and turns them into hunters."
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'Daenys the Darling' was what they called her. Sweet Daenys, beautiful and kind, the youngest of Baelon and Alyssa Targaryen's brood. She was a girl of merely ten when her grandfather held a great council to elect his heir. Fourteen cases were heard, but only two truly were considered; That of her eldest brother, Viserys, and her cousin, Rhaenys.
Of course, it was Viserys who was chosen. The realm was not yet ready to accept a woman as their queen.
Perhaps they never would be.
At the age of six and ten, young Daenys was married. Orys Baratheon seemed a good choice; her cousin Rhaenys's uncle, the younger brother of Lord Boremund.
Her brother Daemon was firmly against the marriage. Orys was too old, he said, twelve years the girl's senior. By then, Daemon himself was married to Rhea Royce of the Vale, but everyone knew that what he really wanted was Daenys.
No one ever cared to ask what Daenys wanted.
Daenys wanted a kind man to spend her days with. She wanted to ride her dragon, Caeda, to her heart's content.
When her elder brother dies and leaves the throne's succession hanging in flux, two factions emerge from the ashes he leaves behind; those who support the reign of her niece, Rhaenyra, or her nephew, Aegon.
House Targaryen is pitched into a civil war that the realm will remember for centuries.
And the dragons shall dance to war's wicked song.
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