DAENERYS TARGARYEN vs. JON SNOW in NORTH AFRICA
A rivaling ex-princess and a royal bastard must hide opposing agendas to save their kingdoms from a centuries-old monster—if the secret it guards doesn’t destroy them first.
It’s easy to know when hidden eyes are spying on you.
Their ghostly gazes itch against my desert skin like spiders on my chin; from the dais, I feel a swarm of them skittering up my body.
Clap. I order myself to give the spies what they want. Laugh. I do.
“Glory to Sadrazam Al-Haddad!” the Cavalry shouts as it parades past each of the Six Tribes. Their chants echo through the winding, sand-swept streets of Zamaan, my home; amidst the tantrum of drums, ouds, and thundering hooves, the pleas of the ignored protesters die. Instead of acknowledging them, I dig my nails deeper into the wooden armrests of my high chair, and focus on the Empire’s fiftieth Parade of Triumph.
“Long Live Banu Haddad, the children of steel!” The crowd roars its approval, gathering like livestock around the Cavalry. To drown out their chants, I whisper my own Tribe’s name, again and again.
“Banu Daws.” My lips barely move. “Banu Daws.”
“Banu Haddad!” The Cavaliers howl, twirling their spears.
Clap. I tap fingers against palm. Smile. I summon a grin to my tight, lined lips. For you, little spiders, look at me. Look at my docility.