A Game of Stars and Sand

The feast was in full splendor, the great hall of Sunspear alive with the shimmer of gold-threaded silks and the rich scent of Dornish wine. It was Arianne Martell’s name day, and the nobility of Dorne had gathered beneath the flickering glow of a hundred torches.

Ser Gerold Dayne—Darkstar—stood at the edge of the revelry, apart but never unseen. He had always been an outsider, even among his own kind. He preferred shadows to courtiers, steel to pleasantries.

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