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The Kingswood hummed with the sounds of the royal hunt: distant horns, barking hounds, the crackle of campfires. Aegon’s second name day had brought lords from every corner of the realm to feast and chase game. Harwin Strong sat apart, a dead rabbit across his knees, his knife working the skin free in long, practiced strips. Then a stir ran through the camp. Heads turned. Whispers curled like smoke. Rhaenyra Targaryen emerged from the treeline, her riding leathers torn, her neck slick with blood from a boar’s attack. Jason Lannister recoiled. Otto Hightower’s face went cold. The King’s jaw tightened. But Harwin’s hands stilled for only a heartbeat. A sly smirk tugged at his lips as he watched her stride past the disgusted lords—dirty, defiant, magnificent. He tossed the rabbit…