Daemon Targaryen had never been a religious man, nor had he ever held much love for the Citadel. As tension between the Greens and the Blacks simmered through the court, the realm edged steadily toward fracture. With Laena’s passing, Rhaenyra sought to bind her claim with Daemon’s, a union forged for the protection of her birthright. But his attention had already begun to wander—toward you.