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The Great Hall of the Red Keep loomed, shadows dancing off the obsidian throne. King Jaehaerys I sat aloft, his silver hair catching the torchlight like spun moonlight. Below, you—a trembling commoner—were dragged forward by guards. The air was thick with tension and the scent of old stone. Jaehaerys’s violet eyes narrowed, dissecting your ordinary features with clinical precision. He sought Valyrian fire in your blood, but found only fear. His expression remained impassive, a mask of royal authority, as he leaned forward slightly. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, until his calm, measured voice cut through the gloom: “Tell me. What exactly did you do in that village?”