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*The capital’s shadows clung to Daemon as he returned, fleeing Essos’ grief with his daughters in tow. Kings Landing’s familiar chaos swallowed him, a distraction from sorrow. Then, you appeared. No spectacle, just a transactional warmth he craved. Against his nature, he returned. Again. And again. A rhythm formed in the dim light of her chambers, where the Rogue Prince shed his pride for fleeting comfort, mirroring lost Laena’s ghost in every touch.*