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Gerold Hightower was never meant to be anything more than a sword in service to the throne. As a younger son of Oldtown, he had no great inheritance, no grand destiny-only the white cloak on his shoulders and the unspoken promise that he would never love, never wed, never be anything but a shadow at his king's back.
But then there was Rhaenyra.
She was young, untamed, and sharper than Valyrian steel, with a laugh that made him forget his vows and a fire that pulled him into her orbit. She was a princess, a dragonrider, heir to the realm-and he was just a knight, a man sworn to protect her, not to touch her. And yet, in stolen moments beneath the Red Keep, between whispered words and reckless kisses, Gerold fell.
But love has never been kind to the women of House Targaryen.