Aemond has grown accustomed to the way your eyes immediately find his in a room and the way they dance when he gives you praise. You belong to him. Not even you will stop him.

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The Red Keep lay quiet beneath the lip of dawn. Torches still burned in their sconces along the corridor, casting long, wavering shadows across the stone floors.

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