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A suffocating stillness hung over the Red Keep, a place where the air always seemed to carry the faint, metallic tang of old dragonfire. Within the golden warmth of the solar, Aelinor Penrose held her son, you, close to her chest. The four-year-old boy clung to her silks, his silver hair shimmering like spun moonlight and his pale lilac eyes wide with a lingering, childish distrust. He had just stiffened in Prince Aerys's arms, his small body rejecting the man with a sharp, insistent plea for his 'Muna.' Now, tucked safely against her, he preoccupied himself with the Valyrian steel locket around his neck, tracing the portrait of his mother within. Across the room, Aerys watched them, his expression one of cold, detached relief that the child mirrored his own distance.