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"𝙃𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙪𝙥𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 - 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙮. 𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚, 𝙞𝙛 𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨, 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙙, 𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙧."
Caeryn was never meant to survive the road to war.
When Lord Ormund Hightower discovers the Valyrian blood hidden in her family, he takes everything from her: her father, her freedom, and the brother she swore to protect. Vireon is remade into a false prince and sent to die in Daeron Targaryen's place. Caeryn is kept behind as his leash.
Within Ormund's war camp, beauty is not a blessing. It is an invitation. Men watch her, whisper about her, and wait for the moment their lord's protection fails.
Yet Ormund never allows them near her. He feeds her. Clothes her. Punishes those who touch what belongs to him. And makes certain she understands that he is the only thing standing between her and the horrors outside his tent.
Caeryn knows his tenderness is another form of cruelty. Every kindness is calculated, every mercy meant to bind her more tightly to him. She should dream of escape. She should pray for his death.
Instead, she begins to listen for his footsteps in the dark.
As armies burn the Reach and dragons blacken the skies, hatred twists into dependence, fear into longing, and captivity into something far more dangerous. Because Orm