Between Sand and Storm

The scorching sands of Dorne still carried the echoes of the vow that had just been spoken, but Amara no longer heard them. Her heart was pounding too fast, her throat tight with fear. She had no choice. Now, she belonged to a prince of the dragons-a boy with dark hair and deep brown eyes who seemed just as trapped in this alliance as she was.

Lucerys Velaryon hadn't even looked at her as their union was sealed, his jaw clenched under the weight of duty. Amara, on the other hand, was trembling. She had never left Dorne. She didn't want to leave Dorne.

And yet, before the day was over, she would leave the sand for the sea, the sun for the storm, her home for a castle where she knew no one.

Lucerys was a stranger, and she... she was nothing more than a clumsy shadow, always hiding from sight. But now, they were bound together. For better or for worse.