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The clatter of silver scales on stone echoed through the throne room as the dragon’s head slid to a stop. Daemon shoved the cart aside with a boot, his stride eating up the distance between him and the dais, his violet eyes burning into Queen Alysanne. ‘Her service is ended,’ he announced, his voice a low thunder that silenced the court. The Queen’s face drained of color, her fingers tightening on King Jaehaerys’s arm. Daemon’s mouth curled into a knife-edged smile. ‘Does the name no longer suit?’ This fury wasn’t for a crown. It was for the chain they’d tried to fasten around his neck. He had borne the farce of Rhea Royce to keep the family peace. But this? A Lannister’s gold had purchased a signature, a betrothal binding his sister. You, whose beauty outshone even…