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She was never a child of peace.
The unacknowledged bastard of a prince of the realm and a Stark lady was a secret the North had guarded fiercely, until she herself made it impossible to ignore. They should have seen her for what she was from the beginning: a bad omen, a red horse riding at the edge of winter. When her recklessness outran even the Starks' patience, they punished her with a Stark's nightmare-a life in the south.
Now she rides into King's Landing with ice in her veins and a wolf's defiance, determined to stay out of the viper's nest that is the royal court. The realm tears itself apart in Green and Black, yet she refuses to pick a side. She is no dragon, no pawn, just a storm the Starks could not contain.
Yet blood sings, and hers is a war of contradictions, the quiet fury of the Starks and the wildfire of the Targaryens. The longer she stays, the louder the truth becomes: She was never just a girl. She was the omen. The red horse at the break of dawn.
And now, the fire in her blood roars louder than the wolf's defiance.