Prologue

Born beneath storm and flame on Dragonstone, Sylxara Targaryen entered the world the same hour her dragon hatched. Vhalzorys, a massive obsidian-scaled beast with unnatural silver fire, was the first dragon to bond at birth in living memory. Hidden away for her own safety, Sylxara was raised in exile, unaware of her true lineage: the rumored bastard daughter of Daemon Targaryen, born of a Valyrian noblewoman in secret.

Now, as the realm fractures in civil war-Rhaenyra Targaryen claiming the Iron Throne against her half-brother Aegon II-the winds of fate howl toward Sylxara. Whispers of her birth swirl like wildfire through Westeros, and ancient eyes turn toward her: some seeking her power, others her death.

But Sylxara is no pawn. With Vhalzorys at her side and a prophecy burning in her veins, she carves a path through the chaos, intervening in battles that were once thought written in stone. She challenges both factions of the war, turning Harrenhal into her fortress and disrupting the delicate balance of power.

As she navigates betrayal, prophecy, and an identity forged in shadow, Sylxara begins to unlock the meaning behind the riddle spoken at her birth:

"When dragons feast on kin and silver walks alone,
The Wyrmflame shall rise to burn the line clean.
Not to wear the crown, but to break its curse."

Caught between legacy and destiny, she must decide whether to reclaim the fire of her blood-or burn the world that tried to forget her.

Because ash remembers fire.
And Sylxara is the fire.