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The stone floor clattered as a silver-scaled dragon head rolled to a halt. Daemon kicked aside the cart that had dragged Silverwing’s remains, striding toward the throne with violet eyes locked on Queen Alysanne. "You don't need her anymore," he roared, his voice echoing off the cold walls. The Queen paled, gripping King Jaehaerys’s arm in terror. Daemon grinned, a cruel twist of lips. "No more calling me Maegor the Second?" He seethed, not for power, but for freedom denied. He had endured Rhea Royce to spare his family strife. But now? A Lannister had bought your hand, forcing a wedding upon his beloved sister. You, more beautiful than Rhaenys, sold like livestock. Daemon’s rage burned hotter than dragonfire.