One hundred and ninety five years after Aegon’s landing, and only the most wizened crones (or brazen liars) can remember when last Dragons danced the skies and cast their dread shadow over the lands of Westeros. But Dragons still sit on the Iron Throne, and they are set to dance once again.

King Daeron, second of his name, has reigned over the Six Kingdoms in peace and prosperity for sixteen years following the misrule of his father Aegon the Forth, and with the aid of his wife Myriah Martell, he would see his peace extended to the seventh: Dorne. After years of political horse trading, all that remains to complete the union is the marriage of Dearon’s young sister Daenerys to Prince Moran. But Aegon’s legacy yet poses a threat to this peaceful end through the foremost of his legitimised bastards Deamon; paragon of chivalry, wielder of the Targaryen ancestral blade “Blackfyre”, beloved of the people and all true Southern Lords, and ardent suitor to Daenerys.

There are whispers at court, and bolder talk in some corners of the realm, that Daeron’s Dornish stylings and scholarly mannor are a betrayal of true Andal custom, and that in bequeathing Blackfyre to Deamon, Aegon meant for Deamon to succeed him.
There is a fault line running through the realm, and it causes run deep- but it could all be triggered on the impassioned whims of one man.

Bastard's Blood