It had been a week since Queen Daena I Blackfyre had ordered the annulment of her half-brother’s marriage to the Dornish princess. A quick and brutal decision made in the shadows, but one that had been necessary for the kingdom—and for her own desires. Now, the day had come.

In the Red Keep’s grand hall, Daena stood by the towering windows, her eyes tracing the horizon. The sounds of the city outside seemed to pause as the door to the chamber opened behind her.

The prince, Daenor, had arrived.

Daena turned slowly, her lips curling into a faint but determined smile. “At last,” she murmured, her voice steady. “You can finally see what I've accomplished. What I did for you. For us”

She walked towards him, her heels echoing softly against the stone floor.

“Tell me, my prince,” she said as she stood before him, her gaze lingering on the man she had been promised years ago. “Did you think of me? Like I did when I fought against our brother?”