Born in the heart of fire and blood, Saera Velaryon, the eldest daughter and heir of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, was a child beloved beyond measure-a princess draped in adoration, raised to believe the Iron Throne was her birthright. The realm called her *Saera the Spoiled*, for she had never known a world where she was not treasured.
But war does not spare even the most cherished.
When the Dance of the Dragons erupts, the realm fractures between Black and Green.
Prince Aemond Targaryen, the one-eyed rider of Vhagar, stands at the forefront of the war, a blade in the name of his mother, Queen Alicent Hightower, and his brother, King Aegon II.
A warrior forged in anger, ruthless and unyielding, but was his sword ever truly theirs to start?
Aemond harbors a secret-a devotion that undermines the very cause he supposedly fights for.
For all his wrath and violence, his heart has been lost to Saera since childhood, bound to her by longing, by fate, by a love neither of them dared to name.
When duty and desperation forced them into an marriage before the war broke, their union was meant to be a bridge between Green and Black, a political bond to quell animosity and resentment.
But beneath the weight of war and betrayal, behind closed doors and whispered confessions, *love*-unyielding, undeniable-has already taken root.
Their love is a treasonous thing, a flame burning between two sides sworn to destroy each other.
And in the end, when the blood of kin stains the realm and dragons fall from the sky, Aemond must make a choice-his family or his wife, his crown or his heart.
For what is duty when weighed against devotion? And what is a throne when set against love?
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"And then the storm broke, and the dragons danced."
Those who were taken...
They never came back, dragged beneath the waves never to return.
Their haunting screams were a symbol of their horrific deaths.
Like shadows they lay in wait, the deep blue waters hiding them from view.
With sharp claws they attack,
Pointed fangs tearing into skin,
Eager mouths devouring human flesh.
Cally was taken, dragged under the water by one of the vicious creatures. But she was not devoured nor torn apart by ruthless claws--no.
She was a captive.
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Water instantly invades her senses. Her eyes sting, her lungs and nose burning. She thrashes, kicks, claws--anything to get away. Her efforts go to waste as her body slowly starts to shut down, the air in her lungs quickly being replaced by sea water.
Cally is vaguely aware of arms wrapping around her waist and behind her head before she loses consciousness, submerged in darkness.
And so she is taken.
Another victim of the mysterious sea.
《Completed》
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