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What if the man known as the Rogue Prince had a reason to stay grounded?
What if the gods tore open reality just to place him somewhere he was never meant to be?
In another world, Daemon Targaryen never killed Rhea Royce. They despised one another-but from that hatred came Vaelora: a daughter born of fire and stone, whose amethyst eyes shine like silver stars, and whose very existence softened a dragon's rage.
At only four years old, Vaelora is the light of her father's life, fluent in High Valyrian, clever beyond belief, and adored by both her reluctant parents.
But when a sudden, unexplained rift sends them tumbling into another reality-a realm that mirrors their own but twists it darkly-they arrive in the Red Keep just as fate sharpens its knives.
Here, Daemon Targaryen already exists. Older. Colder. Married to Laena Velaryon, who carries his unborn child.
Here, Vaelora doesn't exist.
Here, he is the man who murdered Rhea Royce.
As lords and ladies scramble to understand the truth, as whispers begin to turn into fear, and as eyes shift toward the mysterious girl with amethyst eyes-everything begins to change.
Two Daemons. One throne. And a little girl that might just shake the very bones of destiny.
Sometimes, what the gods give... they mean to test.