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It is said that men remember the gods only when despair claws at their throats, and hope is but a dying ember in the dark. So it was with Rhaenyra of House Targaryen—once the Realm’s Delight, now but a woman adrift, hollowed by grief.
Her father, blind to her suffering.
Her childhood friend, the very source of it.
Her husband, drowning in his own.
And her uncle—her last tether to the world—gone where she could not follow.Alone and broken, the the Realm’s Delight turned not to blade nor fire... but to prayer.
They say she fell to her knees beneath the moonless sky and begged—not to one god, but to any who would listen. And something did.But the Realm’s Delight, in her desperation, forgot the oldest truth whispered in shadowed halls:
Not only gods hear prayers... and all things come with a price.