ACT TWO OF CLAWS OF FIRE SERIES:

something in me wants more. I can't rest—sylvia plath.

A YEAR HAS PASSED since the tour around Kings Landing of Visenya and Jacaerys. And abrupt changes were made in relationships.
Visenya struggles each day to keep her macabre cravings away, to keep being the image she was made to be. And her curse seems relentless in making her life a living hell.
Jacaerys spends his days practicing, attempting to remove the cursed girl from his head. His anger for her overtakes him, yet everywhere he goes he can't help but wonder about her.

And all in one, the prophecy for the cursed daughter of Alicent and Viserys grows closer. War brews below the noses of Kings Landing as their king's illness grows to be worse and worse.

"Blessed be the daughters of Cain, bound to suffering eternal through sins of their fathers, committed long before their conception. Blessed be their whore mothers. Tired and angry, waiting with bated breath in a ferry that will never move again

Blessed be the children, each and every one come to know their god through some senseless act of violence
Blessed be you, girl, promised to me by a man who can only feel hatred and contempt towards you. I am no good nor evil, simply I am. And I have come to take what is mine. I was there in the dark when you spilled your first blood. I am here now, as you run from me still. Run then, child. You can't hide from me forever." — Ptolemaea, Ethel Cain.

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"You're an angel, I'm a dog. Or you're a dog and I'm your man. You believe me like a god. I'll destroy you like I am. I'm sorry I'm the one you love. No one will ever love me like you again. So when you leave me, I should die. I deserve it, don't I?" —I'm your man, Mitski.

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