Lo que comienza como una curiosidad imprudente se convierte pronto en una obsesión silenciosa. Sansa, acostumbrada a ser deseada, se enfrenta por primera vez a un hombre que intenta resistirse. Baelor, consciente de su deber hacia su esposa y su linaje, lucha contra la atracción que despierta en él aquella joven tan luminosa como temeraria. Pero en los pasillos perfumados, entre bailes, miradas sostenidas y palabras cargadas de doble intención, la tensión crece hasta volverse insoportable. Mientras los reinos celebran, una pasión prohibida comienza a tejerse en la sombra, capaz de alterar alianzas, compromisos y juramentos. Porque en un mundo donde el honor sostiene coronas, el deseo puede destruir imperios.

A letter meant for a son was lost in a storm and delivered instead to a princess a century in the past. What should have been ink and courtesy became something far more dangerous: a golden-eyed raven that slipped between lifetimes, carrying words across a hundred years of war and waiting. Prince Baelor Breakspear knew her only from history; a queen remembered in ash, blamed for a Dance that shattered dragons and scarred the realm beyond repair. Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen had never heard his name. And yet they had dreamed of one another long before the first letter arrived. Not in clear visions, but in fragments: a helm split beneath a summer sky, a dragon's shadow over black water, fire in the throat and blood on the grass, a hand reaching through smoke toward someone they could not see. They saw pieces of each other's lives, and pieces of each other's deaths, but never enough to understand the shape of the ending. Not until ink became confession. Not until loneliness deepened into love. Not until the truth of their fates lay bare between them, terrible and undeniable. Some loves had been written in the stars. But how could two souls bound by dragon dreams survive a century that refused to hold them at the same time? And if saving the other meant unraveling the future itself... which of them would dare to break the clockwork of history first?

Baelor Breakspear died beneath a summer sky, struck down in a tourney meant to celebrate peace. The realm would remember a noble end. A prince lost to honor, a future king undone by a single blow. Songs would make it beautiful. History would make it clean. He expected darkness. Instead, he woke to dragons. Salt wind and smoke filled the air as black cliffs rose from a restless sea, living wings splitting the sky above him. Not bones. Not legend. But fire made flesh. A silver-haired princess stood in mourning at the edge of it all. In his time, Rhaenyra Targaryen was a cautionary tale written in ash, the queen whose war destroyed the dragons. Here, she still had a choice, and so did he. Baelor knew how her story ended. He also understood that if he changed it, the future that bore his name, his late wife, his sons and his blood might vanish entirely. So the question becomes: was he sent back to witness the Dance... or to end it? And if saving her means erasing himself, how much of history is he willing to let burn?

History was written by the survivors, and Rhaenyra Targaryen was not meant to be one. Her story ended in dragonfire and ash, her name scrubbed from the tapestries of the Red Keep, her legacy reduced to a cautionary tale whispered to rulers who feared their own downfall. She was supposed to die by fire. Instead, she awakened in a peaceful Westeros that remembered her only as "the Pretender". At the tourney of Ashford, she crossed paths with Baelor Breakspear who was a prince, widower and heir to a realm that prided itself on stability. A man forged in iron rules and honor, Baelor has studied the histories of the Dance. He knew the queen who had nearly torn the Seven Kingdoms apart. However, he never expected to meet her. Least of all when she struck his nephew and almost fractured his father's fragile peace. What did it mean to protect someone who was already dead? How could a prince rule a peaceful realm while being haunted by a queen he could not claim to know? And when duty demanded distance, why did he hesitate?