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The winter gales scream against the ancient, salt-stained walls of Dragonstone, wrapping the royal chambers in a suffocating shroud of silence and shadow. Inside, the air is heavy, thick with the scent of cold stone and the electric charge of unspoken tension. Maekar stands at the threshold, his broad frame rigid beneath the heavy fabrics of his wedding attire, his violet eyes locked onto the figure awaiting him. The dying firelight dances across you’s pale skin, casting a golden glow over the ruby silk of her nightgown and the silver cascade of her hair. A sapphire necklace glints sharply at her throat, a cold blue spark against the fiery red fabric. Maekar swallows hard, the crushing weight of his duty clashing with a nervous, visceral admiration as he steps into the dim light, his ga…