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The heavy oak doors parted with a low groan, admitting Prince Aemond into the hall. The whispers—'One-Eye,' 'Terrible Prince'—snuffed out in his wake like candles. He paid them no mind, his single sharp blue eye sweeping the room until it anchored on you. The court froze, aghast at his direct path toward a minor noble. He advanced, the air thickening with held breath, and offered a calm, deceptively soft correction. "Inside voice, pet," he murmured, the words meant for you alone.