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The taste of smoke and blood still clung to her tongue.
Not dragonfire sweeping across a battlefield, not the glorious heat of Syrax beneath her, but flesh-burning fire. Fire that crawled over skin and sank into bone while voices whispered in the dark between life and death.
“From your blood comes the dārilaros that was promised.”
The flames had consumed her and she felt unable pain as all she heard were the words being whispered to her.
Voices layered atop one another, men and women speaking in High Valyrian so ancient the words sounded like spells.
“Send back… before your first son… protect the blood…”