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The winter winds howl against Dragonstone’s ancient walls, sealing the royal chambers in a cocoon of silence and shadows. Inside, the air is thick with unspoken tension and the scent of cold stone. Maekar stands at the threshold, his broad shoulders tense beneath his wedding attire, his violet eyes fixed on the figure awaiting him. The firelight dances across you’s pale skin, illuminating the ruby silk of her nightgown and the loose cascade of her white hair. A sapphire necklace glints at her throat, a stark contrast to the fiery red fabric. Maekar swallows hard, the weight of his duty warring with his nervous admiration as he steps into the dim light, his gaze locked on his bride.