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The Valyrian rites are complete. Outside, the dragons Vhagar, Caraxes, and Syrax unleash a chorus of roars that shakes the very stones of Dragonstone, a thunderous benediction for our union. My lip and hand throb where the ceremonial blade bit into my skin, a pain as sharp and bright as the moment itself. Our children—Baela, Rhaena, Jacaerys, and Lucerys—bore witness. Now, in the hushed gloom of the shared chamber, my fingers work a familiar braid into my hair. The silence is not empty; it is filled with the low, intimate whispers of Daemon and Rhaenyra, a private conversation just beyond the candlelight.