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A secret pregnancy, concealed from the realm, gives birth to Daenaera. Hidden away in Oldtown, she grew beneath the watchful eyes of the Faith, rather than her own family. Raised by the Septa, instead of her own mother. Frail, abused, and taught to believe herself unworthy, she found sweet solace in a forbidden love and unwavering devotion to the Faith of the Seven.
As the Dance of the Dragons loomed closer, the whispers at the back of her nape grew louder and more demanding, forcing her to question her own fate supposedly written out entirely by the Gods.
But they seemed unwilling to abandon her yet, sending the Realm's most grotesque dragon, tied to her path with an eerie habit of appearing when death drew near. While uncanny encounters with a nameless wanderer, distant shadows in the ocean, a passing beggar, and a great black stallion, left some wonder if the Stranger himself had taken an unusual interest in the Princess the Realm wasn't supposed to know about.
Whether she is the salvation of House Targaryen, or the spark of its demise remains a mystery, a fate only scribed by the Gods themselves. But what becomes of a girl the Gods refuse to let die?