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The heavy silence of the Great Hall hung thick as Daeron II Targaryen stared across the table, his gaze fixed on the Dornish Princess. Nervousness warred with duty; he feared mirroring his father’s cruelty. His eyes darted to his plate, fingers picking at untouched food, before snapping up to meet her stare. Panic flared at her expression—had he seemed dismissive? Pale and flustered, he straightened his spine, clearing his throat to bridge the awkward chasm between them.