there is no war so hateful to the gods as a war between kin - and no war so bloody as a war between dragons.
IN WHICH texts left by the late king rhaegar are discovered by maesters, unlocking the most intimate portrayal of the dance up to date.
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naerea learns quickly if she wishes to be near helaena, she must grow to ignore rhaegar entirely. now she is certain that she hates the velaryon boy—and cannot help the bitterness that lies dormant in her as she thinks back to the way he sits next to helaena in silence, never daring to mutter a word to her.
she finds her solace in the dragonpit, watching as the dragonkeepers help asarrion recover from bouts of weakness. "your dragon is strange," they tell her before speaking words in high valyrian she cannot yet translate.
