Prologue
It was a forsaken day, the hour cursed with sorrow and despair so thick she could feel its fingers wrapping around her throat to take her breath.
Staring down a dragon, feeling the impending dread of the word not yet spoken by her husband, but will be any moment, now.
The wrapped corpse prepared for its burning lies among the families, having just seen his sixth year not long before life itself was strangled from him by the thing his own mother loved dearly.
She keeps herself up despite the way that word "dracarys" knocks the breath out of her as it leaves Daemon's lips, and she closes her eyes as fire rains down onto their deceased boy.
They open once more with the pinch of her dark brows, her mind scouring for any emotion but grief – she's exhausted by it, having felt nothing since watching her son be devoured by the sea with such violent ferocity.
Tears of heartbreak turn to tears of anger, her scowl glaring at King Viserys, the man responsible for the forsaken day, with the mirror of fire in her scorned eyes.