Volantis simmered with tension as word spread of the assassination attempt. Markets buzzed with rumors, noble houses closed ranks, and the shadows lengthened with suspicion.
Kaerys moved through the streets cloaked in anonymity, her keen eyes studying every face — friend or foe blurred beneath the city's veil of uncertainty.
An Unlikely Alliance
In the smoky chambers of the Merchant Queen, Kaerys confronted the woman who had long been both rival and resource.
"Your spies betrayed me," Kaerys said quietly.
The Queen's smile was a dangerous curve. "Spies are a currency. Some pay more than others."
Kaerys's voice hardened. "Then it's time we recalculated the balance."
Battle Lines Drawn
Beyond the city walls, armies gathered like storm clouds. The Ashen Hills faction sent envoys demanding allegiance, while the Targaron heir marshaled his forces with grim determination.
Neron and Aelthara stood on a hill overlooking the growing armies.
"We cannot wait for the first strike," Neron said, voice low.
Aelthara's hand found his. "Then we make the strike."
The Secret Weapon
Kaerys revealed to Jaro a discovery from ancient Valyrian texts — a forgotten incantation that could turn the tide of battle.
"The magic of old Valyria," she breathed. "If we master it, dragons will bow to us all."
A Whisper in the Dark
That night, Kaerys and Lord Daven shared a moment of fragile trust.
"Whatever comes," Daven said, "we fight as one."
Kaerys nodded. "Together or not at all."
End of Chapter 35