Blood of Dorne
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Last published Tue, Oct 28, 2025
Exiled as an infant and raised in the ruthless sun of Dorne, Nadira Sandel learned early that survival favors the cunning-and the bold. Fierce with both blade and wit, she mastered the deadly dance of courtly politics, far from the prying eyes of her mother, Queen Alicent Hightower.
Now summoned back to King's Landing, Nadira faces the mother who abandoned her, a father she never knew, and a court dripping with secrets, betrayal, and ambition. She will not be anyone's pawn, nor will she forgive the lies that shaped her life.
In a city where power is blood, fire, and steel, Nadira's return could topple queens-or crown a new one.
PS: I do own house of the dragon/ Game of thrones all credit goes to Ryan Condal and George R. R. Martin
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