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    "So you hate me?" She asked playfully.

    "Of course, isn't that what we do, hate each other?"

    The smile grew enough for dimples to appear. "I guess so."

    "So yes, I hate you."

    "I hate you too," she still smiled.

    Draco couldn't help it, his lips tugged slightly at the corners while laughter stayed restrained in his glimmering eyes.

    "Good, I'm glad that's established," Draco announced. "We hate each other."

    A miserable childhood of neglect, Harper Potter needed someone to teach her the ability to love in order to overcome the darkest wizard of all time. She just wasn't expecting that someone to be the guy who taunted her every quidditch match.

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    “I know that,” she snaps. “I’m not some stupid little girl.”

    “You’re a baby,” Daemon responds unthinkingly, his heart aching with how true it is. In his head it had been bewildered, aggrieved. She is a baby, a fucking baby. He can’t imagine having ever been this atrociously young. It emerges from his mouth differently: cooing, coaxing.

    Rhaenyra blinks wet inky lashes at him, her bottom lip stuck out stubbornly, her chin wobbling. “I’m not,” she says in a whisper.

    There you go, he thinks. A bit closer now.

    “You are. My baby niece.”

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    Amyra feels its hand constantly, pulling at her bones, whispering into her ear. In King's Landing, between Flea Bottom and the Street of Silk, she dreams of it- dripping from her palms, a balm to the rage. By daylight, she grinds herbs, sells salves, delivers babes, and aids the needy as only a healer can, but, by the moon, Amyra begins her true work. They come from all over, whispering, wailing, begging. Do you have a spell to make her love me? My husband should be dead, will you help me do it? Is there anything to make them forget? Remember? Live? Die? She takes them by their hand, "Of course," she tells them. She wipes their tears and smiles wide. "The price is ever so small." It doesn't matter what it costs, they say, we'll pay it. "Of course, you will." she agrees, and it's true. They always pay, one way or another.

    Then, by a strange stroke of luck, Queen Alicent is in need of her expertise. My daughter, she cries, Princess Helaena, will you help her? "Of course," Amyra sings, "I am but a humble servant to the crown." She tastes it on her tongue, sweet and sticky. She sees it, pooling like blood off a wound.

    She calls her Justice, but she answers to Revenge.

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