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She was born a Targaryen.
She became a Khaleesi.
Now Westeros must decide what to do with both.
For twenty-three years, Daenerys Stormborn has lived far from the land her ancestors once ruled.
The people of Westeros believe the ancient Stormborn branch of House Targaryen extinct. They know nothing of the silver-haired girl who survived across the Narrow Sea, married Khal Drogo, earned the loyalty of the Dothraki, and became a Khaleesi in her own right.
Daenerys doesn't know much about Westeros either.
She knows only that she is a Targaryen.
Then Drogo dies.
With a tiny black dragon named Drogon at her side and Ser Jorah Mormont as her most trusted companion, Daenerys eventually finds herself summoned to King's Landing.
There, she discovers that she isn't the last Targaryen after all.
She meets Viserys, Rhaenyra, Alicent, Helaena, Aemond, and the rest of the royal family-people who share her blood, her silver hair, her violet eyes, and her connection to dragons.
But while the court sees a lost princess returning home, Daenerys sees something else entirely.
A nest of dragons.
A kingdom divided.
A family preparing for war.
And a one-eyed prince who seems far more interested in understanding her than controlling her.
Aemond Targaryen has spent his life being underestimated.
Daenerys Stormborn knows exactly what that feels like.
Neither expects to find someone who truly understands them.
Neither expects friendship to become trust.
Neither expects trust to become something more.
And neither realizes how dangerous their bond could become once the Dance of the Dragons begins.
Because Daenerys is not the frightened princess Westeros expects.
She is a dragonrider.
She is Khaleesi.
She is Stormborn.
And she has already learned that power belongs to those brave enough to claim it.
The realm thought the Stormborn bloodline had ended.
They were wrong.