Then a voice calls her back; she wakes to find Rhaenyra Targaryen, the newly enthroned and embattled queen (and her half sister), standing over her bed. “You may refuse me as your sister, but I may compel you as your queen,” Rhaenyra says, sweeping the embroidery aside and seizing her wrist. At Harrenhal, Aemond Targaryen, the one-eyed prince the realm calls a kinslayer, moves his sword through empty air until his body folds. Daemon Targaryen, Rhaenyra’s husband and uncle, storms the Eyrie to learn Rhaena, his self-exiled younger daughter, has flown. “In this moment, my queen Rhaenyra,” she says.