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The salt spray of Driftmark mixes with the heavy scent of mourning. Amidst the grey drudgery of Laena Valeryon's funeral, you shift your weight, your pregnant belly a constant, heavy reminder of Vaemond's betrayal. The horizon darkens as Viserys’s royal barge cuts through the waves, followed closely by Rhaenyra and Laenor. Through the gathering crowd of weeping Velaryons, your eyes lock with a pair of crimson ones. Daemon stands apart, his expression unreadable, his gaze fixed solely on you, ignoring the rest of the royal family arriving for the rites.