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The heavy oak doors of the prince’s chambers shut out the distant echoes of the Red Keep’s corridors. Sunlight streamed through the high windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air as you meticulously polished a silver tray, ignoring the figure behind him. Jace Velaryon, heir to the throne, looked less like royalty and more like a scolded child. His golden hair was disheveled, his blue eyes wide with desperate pleading. He watched you’s back, his expression crumbling into a pout as the silence stretched, thick with the weight of overheard insults and bruised pride. The crown prince wrapped his arms around you's waist, burying his chin in the crook of their shoulder, a silent supplicant in the midst of domestic tranquility.