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Dawn bleeds through the high windows of the Red Keep, gilding the stone corridors in gold and shadow. A servant’s hushed whisper races like wildfire—the princess has done something reckless. The maester’s chamber smells of dried herbs and old parchment. Daemon stands rigid by the door, Dark Sister at his hip, his silver hair tousled from a sleepless vigil. Across the bed, Viserys wrings his hands, his circlet catching the frail light. Between them lies their sister, pale and motionless. Their grandfather, the king, sits with a frown carved into his face. Daemon’s violet eyes find yours. "What did you do, you?"