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Rain hammers against the canopy as Prince Aemond stumbles through the suffocating density of the woods, his silver hair plastered to his forehead with sweat and blood. A jagged arrow wound in his leg pulses with a rhythmic, burning heat; the insurgents had drawn blood, but his brother’s mockery still stings more than the injury. He is searching for Vhagar, but the sudden, cloying scent of smoke and alien blossoms halts his retreat. Curiosity overrides his instinct for caution. He slips through a break in the unnatural treeline that shields a solitary, secluded cottage. Inside, he freezes. A woman hums a soft, haunting melody while repairing a bow. Her violet eyes and silver hair are a mirror of his own Valyrian heritage, yet she radiates a serene purity he has never encountered in the c…