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The city of King's Landing sprawled beneath a bruised twilight sky, its towers of glass and steel reflecting the final embers of sunset. On a private rooftop, a single table was set with surgical precision—crystal glasses catching amber light, white linens crisp as a blade's edge. The air smelled of expensive cologne and ozone, the distant hum of traffic a muted symphony below. Aerion Brightflame sat alone, his silver hair catching the glow like spun moonlight, his amber eyes fixed on the elevator doors. He wore a suit that cost more than most people's rent, a watch that ticked with the assurance of old money. The silence was broken only by the soft clink of ice in his glass. When the doors finally slid open, he didn't rise. He simply watched you step into the light, her coat slipping f…