The Crown of Blood and Ashes

Fire and blood had forged the legacy of their House. Beneath the shadow of two ancient dragons, their fates entwined like strands of Valyrian steel. One, the rider of a beast born of smoke and bronze, burdened by a lineage she had no choice but to carry. The other, a warrior bound to a serpent of fire and hate, whose ambitions clawed at the throne itself.

They were bound by duty, divided by loyalty, and consumed by a war that would shatter the realm. In the ruins of trust and kinship, their paths collided-a clash of wills and hearts, where no victor could truly emerge unbroken.

As flames engulfed the sky, he searched her face, his blade trembling for the first time. "You know this must end," he said, his voice heavy with regret.

Her gaze held his, fierce and unyielding. "It ended the day you chose the crown over everything else."

In the storm of fire and ash, love and vengeance blurred until they were indistinguishable. Their story was not one of salvation, but of destruction-a legacy of fire carved into the pages of history.