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The sun beat down on Sunspear, a blinding glare that mirrored the intensity in Daeron’s silver-gold hair. He stood amidst the ruins of his pride, the crown of Aegon heavy on his brow. The Young Dragon had come to conquer, to finish what his ancestor started, but now he stood bound by a treaty he never intended to sign. His eyes, sharp with lingering resentment and forced compliance, locked onto you. The Dornish prince stood before him, the victor in this strange, twisted game. Daeron’s grip tightened on Blackfyre, not in threat, but in frustration. He had lost the war, yet claimed the victory through marriage. The air was thick with the scent of salt and defeat, as the King of the Andals looked at the consort who had broken him.