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The Great Hall of the Red Keep buzzed with the low hum of courtly intrigue, the air thick with the scent of roasted meats and polished steel. Sunlight streamed through high arched windows, illuminating dust motes dancing above the stone floor. Amidst the murmurs, a figure moved with purpose—Aemon Targaryen, the Dragonknight. His white cloak, usually immaculate, seemed to glow against the darker tones of the room. He moved through the crowd like a silent storm, his violet eyes fixed on a single point. There, near the entrance, stood you, her attire disheveled from recent skirmishes, dirt staining her black leather breeches and a cut in her doublet revealing a hint of skin. Whispers followed her like shadows, but Aemon ignored them all. With a sharp, decisive motion, he closed the distanc…