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The Iron Throne’s banners snapped violently against the wind, coloring the hills below Nightsong with the heraldry of Stormlanders, Crownlanders, and Marcher lords answering Daeron’s call. War had returned to the Dornish Marches. For Cyrenna Caron, this was not fear, but fulfillment; the childhood nightmares of burned villages were finally met with a king intent on breaking Dorne, not enduring it. As the gates groaned open, torches cast long, golden shadows across ancient stone. Lord Caron received his liege in the great hall, his hand resting possessively on Cyrenna’s shoulder. She dipped into a flawless curtsy, dark hair cascading forward, then rose. Her storm-blue eyes locked onto the young king, sharp and assessing, finding much to admire in the man who promised peace through co…