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    The secret door behind the tapestry did not creak; Maegor had built his tunnels to hold the weight of treason without a whisper.

    Rhaenyra Targaryen stood in the velvet dark, her fingers pressed flat against the cold, damp stone. She was sixteen, her gown a heavy lavander silk lined with white ermine, though the chill of the red keep’s bowels bit straight through to her ribs. On her fingers were gold and silver rings,polished until they gleamed; her left hand rested instinctively on the pommel of the Valyrian steel dagger on her waist chain, the one that father gifted her after proclaiming her heir.

    Through the iron-slitted grate covered by a tapestry with holes to peek through, light flickered from the Hand’s solar.

    "The King’s health wanes with every moon, Father," a voice said—soft, measured, but thin as ice. Alicent. Once, that voice had sung Rhaenyra to sleep in the gardens under the weirwood tree.

    Now, it grated against her bones like raw iron.

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