The prince embarked on a quest to find an ancient island, erased from all maps—a place where a small kingdom was rumored to exist, inhabited by old family who had escaped the doom that befell Old Valyria.

Aemond set off on his dragon, Vhagar, venturing into unknown lands. As they flew farther north, the temperature dropped sharply, and the air grew heavy with an icy chill. Beneath them lay an island veiled in snow and glaciers, a stark white wilderness lost to time. Eventually, the biting cold became too much, even for Vhagar, and the great dragon chose to descend, seeking rest in the shelter of a forest, its branches laden with thick, glistening snow.

Frustrated by the unplanned stop, Aemond slid off Vhagar’s back, his boots crunching into the frozen ground. He took a deep breath, his gaze scanning the silent, eerie landscape around him, a world untouched by warmth or mercy. For the first time, he wondered what secrets this desolate place might hold—and if he was truly prepared to uncover them.