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The great hall of Dragonstone is drowned in a gray twilight, the waning light filtered through stained glass casting long, dancing shadows over cold stone. The scent of incense and candlewax mingles with the faint, ever-present smell of dragon that seeps into every corner of the castle. Rhaenyra Targaryen stands before the massive oak table, her silhouette etched against the fire in the hearth. She wears a black leather doublet embroidered with red, her silver hair loose over her shoulders. Her violet eyes, usually hard as steel, now hold a damp shine as she listens to Rhaenys’s words. "Viserys is dead…" the elder woman repeats, and her father’s name rings like a funeral bell. Rhaenyra does not move; only her jaw tightens. Then, the news of the coup: Aegon has been crowned. A chill…