𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 is done watching from the stands. Betrothed to a cruel cousin and suffocated by court, she disguises herself as a mystery knight to ride in the Ashford Tourney. With her loyal brother as her only ally, Rhaelle gambles everything for a taste of freedom and a chance to choose her own fate, and perhaps, her own love, in a world that has already decided both for her.

House Belaerys, the only other surviving Dragonlords of Old Valyria besides House Targaryen, had long produced men and women who would forever be remembered. Yet the name Aerina Belaerys would remain the most legendary of them all. "'Cause I've been the archer... ...I've been the prey"

"They used to say Targaryens were closer to gods than to men, but they only said that because of our dragons. When the last dragon died, our House's glory died with it. Or so our ancestors, in their weakness, chose to believe. But the last dragon never died. It crawled inside our bloodline and slept. Now it's waking up. It's the itch beneath our skin, the voice in our skulls, our dreams at night, and the hard, scalding truth I feel when I'm inside of you. My dear sister. My mirror. My fucking altar of Fire and Blood. We shall be the rebirth of the House of the Dragon. You and I, Aerea- conflagrated into one being, meant for glory, since the moment of our birth."