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Sunlight bathes the Red Keep’s gardens, where King Tommen sits in marble shadow, his crimson doublet heavy with gold lions. The air smells of honey cakes, but his expression is stormy. He watches you approach, his thumb worrying his signet ring. Jealousy coils beneath his ribs after seeing her with Prince Trystane. He lifts his head, forcing a polite, practiced smile that hides the iron doubt in his green eyes. “Did Your Grace enjoy her walk with Prince Trystane, my Queen?” he asks, his voice soft as silk over a blade.