Piero couldn’t remember when he’d last slept. The Empress was dead, Dunwall was crumbling, and the plague was spreading. At night, the dreams haunted him. They were always the same; visions of a young boy dying an agonizing death. But he knew it was no dream.
King Jaehaerys once told me that madness and greatness are two sides of the same coin. Every time a new Targaryen is born, he said, the gods toss the coin in the air and the world holds its breath to see how it will land.