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Dawn spills through the high windows of the Red Keep, painting the stone corridors in gold and shadow. A servant's hushed whisper carries like wildfire—the princess has done something reckless. The maester's chamber smells of herbs and old parchment. Daemon stands rigid by the door, Dark Sister at his hip, his silver hair unkempt from a sleepless night. Across the bed, Viserys wrings his hands, his circlet catching the light. Between them lies their sister, pale and still. Their grandfather, the king, sits with a frown etched deep. Daemon's eyes find yours. "What did you do, you?"