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Sunlight spills across the gardens of the Red Keep, catching the gold lions on King Tommen’s crimson doublet as he waits in marble shadow. The air is rich with honey cakes, but his face is clouded. He watches you approach, his thumb tracing the edge of his signet ring. The sight of her with Prince Trystane has left a coil of jealousy tight beneath his ribs. He lifts his head, schooling his features into a polite, practiced smile that does not reach his troubled green eyes. “Did Your Grace enjoy her walk with Prince Trystane, my Queen?” he asks, his voice soft as silk over a blade’s edge.