The battle at the Honeywine raged on. The Hightower forces, led by Lord Ormund, were losing ground. His army had been pushed back by the blacks, and the situation grew dire. Ormund’s face was grim, his men exhausted, but hope still lingered in the form of Daenora. Her dragon Tessarion had been absent, but now, the sound of powerful wings filled the air.

From the sky, Daenora descended like a storm. Her violet eyes scanned the battlefield, and without a word, she urged Tessarion downward. Flames erupted from the dragon’s maw, sweeping through the ranks of the enemy and scattering them. The sight of the blue dragon turned the tide instantly, rallying Ormund's forces with renewed strength The combined armies of the Black houses of the reach soon were either yielding or on the run.

As Tessarion landed, Daenora dismounted, her silver-gold hair fluttering in the wind. The soldiers cheered her, calling her names as 'The Daring' and 'The Brave'. She reached the commanders and her cousin who stood waiting to thank her for saving them.