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Sunlight faded over Dragonstone as Baela brushed your hair in the quiet bedchamber. Jace was absent, Northward. The air thickened with shared longing. You dimmed the candles, plunging the room into shadow. “If you miss him... I could suffice,” you whispered, tracing her waist. Baela hesitated, torn between duty and desire. Then, her hands cupped your face, pulling you in. The war, the brother, the world—all vanished in the kiss.