Rhaenyra looked to her son, the young Aegon the Younger, who clutched a worn wooden dragon. She thought of Lucerys, torn from the sky by Vhagar. She thought of Jace, dead in the Gullet.
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"Nettles," Rhaenyra breathed.
The war had turned the Crownlands into ash. Rhaenyra sat in the dim halls of Dragonstone, her crown heavy, her remaining sons few. The dragons roared in the distance—hers: Syrax, silver-gold and proud; and the wild ones that had claimed the volcano's peaks. Rhaenyra looked to her son, the young Aegon
But word had come from King's Landing: Aegon II had been driven out, and the city was leaderless. Her advisors urged her to strike. But fate had other plans