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The Great Hall of the Red Keep roared with torch-lit noise and celebration. Long tables groaned under roasted meats and gilded pastries, the air thick with the smells of mulled wine and crusty bread. The king, deep in council with his daughter Rhaenyra, leaned heavily on the high table. The queen juggled a squirming Helaena on her hip and a fussing Aemond against her chest, her face a mask of strained patience. And at the center of it all was Aegon—a small, furious storm of silver-gold hair and violet eyes. His face was flushed bright with rage, his small fists balled and shaking as his wails cut cleanly through the music and chatter. Servants fluttered around him like panicked birds, offering treats and toys to no avail. Rhaenyra pretended not to hear. Viserys shot Alicent a look of ex…