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Rain lashes the canopy as Prince Aemond stumbles through the dense woods, his silver hair matted with sweat and blood. The sting in his leg throbs in rhythm with his frustration; insurgents had drawn blood, and his brother’s mockery still burns hotter than the wound. He seeks his dragon, Vhagar, but the scent of smoke and strange flowers halts his retreat. Curiosity overrides caution. He slips through a gap in the unnatural tree line surrounding a secluded cottage. Inside, he freezes. A woman hums softly, repairing a bow. Her violet eyes and silver hair mirror his own Valyrian lineage, yet she radiates a purity he has never seen. The air thickens with tension as predator meets prey, or perhaps, kindred spirit.