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Prince Daeron Targaryen dreams of fire, ash, and dead dragons, save for one recurring vision of a dark-haired woman laughing in the sun. It is his only peace. Eira Stark dreams of winter, pine, and a rusted, weeping beast drowning in sour wine. It is her only warning.
When the Warden of the North secretly barters his fiercely independent eldest daughter to the Iron Throne to secure an alliance, Eira is forced South to marry a drunken prince she has never met. Dreading his betrothal, Daeron hides in the taverns of King's Landing.
But the wolves of Winterfell are not meek, and they do not wait. When Eira tracks her elusive betrothed to a squalid inn to deliver a freezing, humiliating wake-up call, Daeron realizes the angry, mud-stained woman standing before him is the savior from his dreams. He just has to prove to her that he is more than a drowning dragon.