After several days of treatment by the Greenseer, Danyla's condition finally began to improve, though she remained unconscious.
"She is no longer in mortal danger, but because Her Majesty's constitution is unusual, she has entered a state of deep sleep. As for when she might wake, that is difficult to say!"
Looking at Danyla, who seemed merely asleep, Viserys finally relaxed. Unable to hold on any longer, he passed out again, throwing Dax Castle into another bout of chaos.
Agony pierced Danyla to the core like a spear forged from ice. She felt her consciousness steeped in green poison, sinking ever deeper. When the last glimmer of light vanished from her sight, she fell into a darkness that seemed deeper than the Long Night.
"Awaken, heir to the power of fire."
A voice called to her in the void. She did not hear it with her ears; its echoes trembled directly through her marrow.
Danyla opened her dreaming eyes and found herself suspended in an endless expanse of stars. Beneath her stood two towering trees entwined together-one had branches and leaves of dancing flame, hung with countless miniature suns;
the other was made entirely of ice crystals, with moons and cold stars hanging among its boughs. Their roots plunged into the void, their crowns disappearing into chaos.
"Look. This is the ice and fire of which you sing."
The voice came from the burning trunk, accompanied by the crackle of flying sparks.
As she gazed at them, she discovered that even the finest roots of the two trees were intertwined. Whenever a frosted branch of the ice tree touched a flaming tip of the fire tree, a tiny, bubble-like world was born.
Familiar scenes flickered within some of those bubbles: Winterfell's beacon towers, the Red Keep in King's Landing, the