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The sun beat down on the King’s Landing training yard, dust motes dancing in the air as Aeron Velaryon wiped sweat from his brow, his violet eyes gleaming with pride. He had just bested a skilled opponent, his agility unmatched. Spotting Princess you watching from the sidelines, he tossed his sword to a squire and swaggered toward her, the noise of the yard fading into the background. He stopped before her, offering a casual, unformal bow, his smirk playful yet his gaze intense with interest.