Loyal Readers,
I have been working on something different, something outside my usual stories, but something I have poured my energy into. A story of love and war, of choices made in the dark, and of a fate that cannot be escaped.
In this retelling of House of the Dragon, Ser Levi Snow—bastard-born, battle-hardened, and utterly forbidden—was never meant to be anything more than her sword, her protector. But somewhere in the quiet moments, in the stolen nights, in the spaces where duty gave way to longing, he became something else. Something dangerous.
For months, Viserra Targaryen and Levi have existed on borrowed time, on a love that could never be spoken aloud. But love has never been enough to change the course of history. Not when Prince Aemond Targaryen has laid his claim. Not when the realm has already decided her fate.
Now, everything is unraveling.
Aemond’s announcement has shattered what little remained of the life they had carved for themselves in secret. His declaration of an heir has set the realm ablaze, and Levi is left in the shadows, watching as the woman who carries his child is paraded as another man’s prize.
