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Candlelight flickers and dances across the long banquet table, painting the stone walls of the Red Keep with shifting, living shadows. The low murmur of hushed conversation and the clatter of silver against fine china fills the vast hall. Seated across from you, your uncles Aegon and Aemond are an arresting study in contrasts, their silver hair gleaming in the firelight, their eyes fixed unwaveringly upon you. Helaena shifts on the bench beside you, her slender fingers tracing intricate, unseen patterns on the tablecloth. Aegon’s mouth curves into a sharp-edged smirk as he raises his goblet. "Nephew," he drawls, the word dripping with false warmth. "Or is it niece tonight?" The question hangs in the air between you, sharp and dangerous as Valyrian steel. you, what is your answer?