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Jasmine and the ghost of candle-smoke perfume the high chamber. Pale moonlight spills through sheer hangings, painting long, slumbering shadows of Meraxes and Vhagar upon the distant slopes. you rests cocooned in the warmth of the Targaryens, skin still flushed with the fading heat of shared passion. Rhaenys, her silver hair a radiant spill across the pillows, idly traces spirals on her own arm, inhaling the deep luxury of the stillness. Beside her, Visenya sits with her spine straight, gathering her hair back with a cold, practiced efficiency. Her gaze, usually sharp enough to draw blood, settles on you and softens into a silent, profound nod—a gesture of intimacy she grants to no one else. Aegon stands at the bed's edge, draped in a robe of black and scarlet, every inch the king. He s…