In Lys, whispers spread of a masked man preaching the "Second Doom"—a prophet in silver veils who claims to be a lost heir of Old Valyria: Rhaemion Velaryon, blood of dragonlords, risen from the ruins.
He commands dragons. Two. Smaller than Vharaxes and Drogon—but deadly.
His words reach even the courts of Volantis.
"He will bring the Doom anew. But this time, it will march."
Andrew senses something familiar in the name. Something wrong.