Surrounded by clashing bodies, furious screeching, and the stench of blood, one wouldn't think anything good could possibly come out of a situation that practically reeked of inevitable death.
And yet, for one Ilyss Dravaryn Vathros, no opulent estate or glimmering walls could ever give her the same sense of completion that this very moment had given her.
Because on this battlefield, of all places, she'd finally managed to fulfill her life's greatest wish.
She got to see, even if only for a little while, the two reasons she'd continued fighting to live.
Her missing mate.
And their one and only son.
Ilyss had spent so long trying to imagine what he might look like, remembering all those old speculations about who their baby would eventually take after.
Would his hair be as vibrant as fire or as fine as golden threads?
