Of Ash and Daughters

Of Ash and Daughters

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Born in 119 AC, Vaelora Targaryen has never quite grown the way other children do. She counts stitches, listens to silences, and hears what others dismiss. But the realm is shifting. A king dies. A crown is claimed. Dragons stir. Caught between green and black, between prophecy and blood, Vaelora stands too near the fire. Some wars are fought with swords. Others are fought inside a child's mind.
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