❝my king, as was always meant to be...❞ The year 190 AC, six years into the reign of King Daeron II, six years since the mess King Aegon the Unworthy had left behind. Six years since the Good King had cleaned up the realm with the best of his abilities. It was also time for his son, his heir to find himself a bride. A bride that would not only ensure the strength of the Targaryen Legacy, but ensure the ever changing favors of Lords and Ladies remain on their side, whatever means necessary.

Rhae stands where the world feared to tread. Aerion kneels only to her, loving her with teeth and fire, willing to slaughter anyone who dares stand between them.

They call Lady Mirella cold. She does not smile for court, does not flatter, does not pretend. In a world that rewards softness, she chooses restraint. She loves fiercely, disciplines sharply, and refuses to perform for men who mistake silence for weakness. But as her children grow into legends - and something darker - Mirella learns that control is an illusion, and fire does not care how steady your hands are. Power has never been controlled.