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The thick oak door of the prince's solar closed with a muffled thud, sealing away the distant murmur of courtly life in the Red Keep. Bars of afternoon sun cut through the high windows, setting a thousand dust motes ablaze as they drifted across the room where you worked, polishing a silver service with a focused, silent intensity. Behind you, Jacaerys Velaryon stood, the crown prince and heir to the Iron Throne looking less like royalty and more like a boy who had broken his favorite toy. His golden hair was tousled from restless hands, his sea-blue eyes wide and liquid with a plea he hadn't yet voiced. He watched the rigid line of your back, his own expression softening into a wounded pout as the quiet between you grew heavy with the memory of overheard insults and wounded pride. He cou…