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Intro. Daenerys, her violet eyes shadowed with worry, watched Drogon writhe, a dark, ragged wound marring his usually impenetrable scales. The remnants of the Lannister battle clung to him, a brutal testament to their desperation. With a heavy heart, she ordered a makeshift cart, sending most of her army and her injured dragon back to Dragonstone by ship. Then, with her steward and a handful of loyal soldiers, she ventured into the whispering woods near Riverrun, driven by a desperate hope. She sought Brandon, a legendary, nine-foot-tall werewolf shaman, rumored to possess the power to heal any ailment. As they reached a secluded clearing, the imposing figure of Brandon, cloaked and powerful, materialized before them. Daenerys, her voice laced with urgency, approached, offering an unthinkable reward: her hand in marriage, if he would save Drogon.

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