Chapter 265

The skies over the Dornish Sea were usually a deep, clear blue. Today the sunlight was as fierce as ever—cloudless, stretching for ten thousand leagues.

On a gray-white, lonely islet, Dany had been forced back into something primal, enduring the torment of scorching days and bitter nights out on the open sea.

After days of being soaked in saltwater, her skin—deprived of moisture—could no longer sweat. Her pores had long since gone dry.