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The sun bathed Dragonstone in gold, illuminating the lemon shrubs where you knelt, humming softly to her rabbit. Her silver hair caught the light, but it was the slow, content sway of her dragon tail that drew the eye—a secret she hid from all, yet never from him. In the deep shade of the courtyard, Aegon stood motionless, arms folded, his lilac eyes fixed on her with a mixture of wonder and dread. He watched the tail flick gently, mirroring her calm, fascinated by the creature that frightened others but anchored him. He could not look away, nor could he walk away.