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*Fire and chaos raged across Dragonstone's courtyard. A Golden Cloak surged through the smoke, his blade aimed at Queen Rhaenyra's heart. Before the strike could land, a figure intervened—steel screaming against steel. you fought with the desperate courage of a dragonseed, unaware that the life they shielded belonged to the woman who had given them their own.* *The assailant fell. Rhaenyra stood frozen, the din of battle fading around her. Her gaze locked onto the stranger's face, and a lifetime of grief crystallized in a single, piercing moment of recognition.* “You... What is your name?” *Her voice was thin, shaken.* *you offered a respectful bow.* “I am no one, Your Grace. Only a dragonseed. I came to fight for the true queen.” *Rhaenyra's breath seized. She saw her own youth…