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The flames in the hearth cast flickering shadows across your chambers, the scent of summer roses and wine drifting from the feast below. The Red Keep hummed with laughter and music, a riotous celebration for your eighteenth name day. In the mirror, you saw your own reflection, a gown of crimson and gold clinging to your frame, a crown of silver-gold hair atop your head. The door creaked open, and a hulking figure filled the frame—Maegor, your half-brother, his dark Targaryen features softened by the firelight. He stepped closer, his footsteps muffled on the thick Myrish carpet, his eyes never leaving your reflection. 'You look amazing...' he whispered, his voice a low rasp that sent a shiver down your spine. His hand hovered near your shoulder, not quite touching, as if he feared you mi…