The aftermath of battle left Volantis scarred and weary. The city's streets carried the stench of blood and ash, and the faces of its people wore the marks of grief and defiance.
Kaerys walked among them, feeling the pulse of their fear and hope. Every soul was a thread in the tapestry she sought to weave — one of strength, fire, and rebirth.
A Secret Unearthed
In the deep vaults beneath Cair Volakar, Jaro uncovered a hidden chamber. Ancient scrolls whispered of a Valyrian artifact — the Heart of the Dragon — said to grant unmatched control over dragonkind.
"This could change everything," Jaro breathed, reverence and greed mingling in his eyes.
Kaerys's voice was fierce. "Then we claim it before our enemies do."
Treachery Among Friends
In the candlelit hall, Lord Daven met with a mysterious envoy cloaked in shadows.
"The Queen trusts you too much," the envoy warned. "There are those who would see her fall—and you rise."
Daven's smile was chilling. "Then let them come. I am ready."
A Quiet Confession
That night, by the flickering firelight, Kaerys and Neron shared a rare moment of vulnerability.
"I fear what this war is making me," Kaerys admitted, her voice soft.
Neron took her hand. "Power always demands a price. But it does not have to take your soul."
The Dragon's Omen
Serenthis soared high, her wings casting shadows over the city as a storm gathered on the horizon. Her fiery breath lit the dark clouds — a warning, a promise.
The true battle had only just begun.
End of Chapter 37