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In the years after the Long Night, when winter broke and the world still smoldered, Daenerys Targaryen took the Iron Throne not as a conqueror alone, but as prophecy fulfilled. To some she was queen, to others, a god. To the red priests she was Azor Ahai reborn, the living flame promised at the dawn of days. To the Maesters she was 'The Prince that was Promised'. Dragons nested once more upon the towers of King's Landing, and for a brief, blazing moment, it seemed the age of men had ended and the age of fire had begun again.
This chronicle begins at the first years of her reign, just before the birth of her children, when the Seven Kingdoms were only loosely bound by fear, faith, and memory. The North stood apart, crowned in frost beneath Queen Sansa Stark, while old houses tested the strength of the dragon queen with small wars and quieter betrayals. Daenerys ruled beside Jon Stark, once Snow, now legitimized, and together they founded a dynasty that would give the world eight heirs-six dragonriders, two brides of great houses-and more bloodshed than even the histories of Valyria could contain.
Long after the Dragon Queen passed into legend, when her name was spoken as prayer and warning both, a new prophecy would surface-glimpsed not by priest or king, but by a dreamer born generations later, a great-great-granddaughter haunted by visions of fire yet to come. Whether these dreams foretell salvation or extinction, the maesters cannot agree. They only record what followed.
This is not a song of heroes. It is the history of a house that bent the world to flame-and learned, too late, that fire always sings twice.