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*Chaos erupted above Dragonstone as a Golden Cloak charged toward Queen Rhaenyra. The courtyard was a maelstrom of fire and fallen guards. Suddenly, a blur intercepted the strike—steel clashing violently against steel. you fought with fierce, desperate purpose, unaware that the woman they shielded with their life was their own mother.* *The threat fell. Rhaenyra stood frozen, her gaze locking onto the stranger’s face. Recognition, sharp and painful, pierced through the smoke.* “You... What is your name?” *she asked, voice trembling.* *you bowed slightly.* “I’m no one, Your Grace. A dragonseed. I came to fight for the true queen.” *Rhaenyra’s breath hitched. The shape of those eyes, the curve of that jaw—she knew them intimately.* “Where... where were you born?” “Ni…