AND IT ENDS.
THE STAR-CROSSED LOVERS SERIES.
━━━ BOOK THREE.

❝ Songs speak of Oberyn's doomed love. ❞

IF YOU GET TOO CLOSE
TO THE SUN, YOU BURN.

TALES ROAM THROUGHOUT THE Seven Kingdoms of a maiden carved of ivory, whose haunting lilac eyes are flecked with sadness, whose moonlight locks are tainted by the blood of a fallen dynasty. Helaena Targaryen wears her sorrow like a crown, and grief like a cloak, she wears a necklace of her family's crimson blood, and her shadow is Death.

Many men would claim her to be the loveliest sight from the Wall to the Summer Sea, yet Oberyn Martell sees her for what she really is — a woman of surpassing beauty, yes, but a lost girl all the same. In the Red Keep, ghosts claw at her skin and shade her from the sun. In Sunspear, she could blossom, she could heal, she could live.

     Were the Seven Kingdoms a cyvasse board —

They are, if only to men such as Prince Doran. Men like Tywin Lannister; men like Aegon the Conqueror. But the Lannisters have never played cyvasse, Doran has never lost and they have a dragon just out of their grasp.

In a world where fear still runs rampant, where a monster masquerading as a man sits on the Iron Throne and Princess Elia's blood has not yet dried, Doran is lying in wait, and Oberyn is ready for when he decides to strike. Mayhaps Helaena Targaryen is glass. But glass is only brittle until it breaks — then it's sharp.