Born of Fire and Blood

Chapter One

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as his hand clasped around my throat and his arm snaked around my waist, clutching me to his violently. I struggled to moan through his fingers as his pace quickened and his thrusts became hungrier. He pressed his lips against mine as we both exploded around each other, our bodies lapping the other up. Daemon lifted me off the table and carried me over to his bed, and carefully laying me against his chest.

"You are absolutely stunning." His voice was raspy but it still warmed me from the inside.

"You're just saying that." I lifted my head to gaze into his amethyst eyes as they shone back at me.

"Would I lie to you?" He spoke softly to me in High Valyrian and kissed me. I smiled back at him, running my hand through his silver hair.

"I love you, Prince Daemon." My voice was barely a whisper. I leaned in to kiss him again and the doors had swung open. Daemon sat up abruptly and tried to cover me behind him with his body and the blanket but we had already been caught.

"Visenya?!" I jumped at the sound of my father's voice. He watched me expectantly, his voice having torn me from my thoughts. I glanced nervously around the Small Council table and smiled. "Is there anything you want to add or have you left us for some imaginary world?" I shook my head as my father smiled patiently and then glanced around.

"No, I'm sorry, I must have gotten lost in all the talk about this mysterious crab man." I resisted rolling my eyes and feigned an innocent smile. His purple eyes hovered on me with a knowing look and I leaned back in my seat. I was already bored.

"Where is Rhaenyra?" My father looked around the table in exasperation. I sighed loudly and he glanced back over at me.

"Last I saw she was riding off on Syrax." I pursed my lips. "I don't know about the rest of you but I'm rather bored of this. Might as well carry on without her." I leaned back in my chair and everyone else around the table nodded in agreement. Just as King Viserys went to open his mouth, the doors swung open and Rhaenyra came storming through them and rushing up toward our father. She whispered something to him and he laughed as she ran to grab wine for our cups.

"Alright your Grace…is the tournament really necessary?" I glared sideways at Otto Hightower, the Hand of the King – my father. Everyone else around the table looked uneasy and Viserys laughed loudly, his voice carrying across the room.

"Of course! The whole kingdom will be in attendance as my Queen begins her labors and grants me a son. By that time, everyone will be cheering and the dragons will be roaring as she finally brings my heir into this damned world." He smiled, leaning back in his chair without a single care. I rolled my eyes and stood swiftly.

"Excuse me, your Grace." I bowed and turned to head out of the room, ignoring my father's pleas for me to stay. My sworn shield, Erryk Cargyll, bowed as I passed him and then trailed silently behind me. I couldn't stand having to watch my father dote over my sister and then boasting about mother and their unborn baby. He was so insistent that it was the male heir he had been waiting for. Even though I was his first born. On top of all of that, Otto Hightower was always so deceptive and father never listened to me. My sister and his daughter, Alicent, were the best of friends which could be part of it.

I made my way down to the throne room, knight in tow, wanting some alone time. I knew since they were having their Small Council meeting that I would be able to sulk, brood and daydream without bother.

"My Princess, wouldn't the Sept be a more appropriate place for you?" He kept his voice low and I turned and smiled at him.

"I appreciate your concern Ser Erryk, but I promise I will be fine." He smiled at me and opened the doors. I stepped forward and turned around to face him. "Please, I would like some alone time. If you don't mind, just stand watch. I won't be long." He bowed and turned to shut the door. I closed my eyes and sighed. Rhaenyra and I used to be so close, but when mother kept having still births and miscarriages, it was almost as if I didn't exist anymore. Father doted on her the way he used to with me, even more so now that she was his youngest6. Always wanting her to attend the Small Council meetings with him so she could learn the ways of the realm. I made my way through the room, when suddenly a silky voice wrapped around me and caused me to jump.

"Good morrow to you, Princess Visenya." Daemon had always spoken to me in High Valyrian, it was a special thing between us. The way he said my name made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. His voice was low and soft like velvet. I turned to face him and my entire body was drawn in. Smiling, I made my way across the great room to where he sat upon the Iron Throne.

"Uncle, it's been years. What are you doing sulking around and sitting on a throne that doesn't belong to you?" He smiled at me, looking incredibly sultry up on the throne of swords that it made me warm in all the right places. I hadn't seen him in maybe three or four years and he was still so dashing, it was hard to resist running into his arms.

"This city bores me, court bores me…the council bores me. I'm simply enjoying what will be mine." His voice was low and his deep amethyst eyes seemed to be undressing me as he ran them up and down my body. The low lighting in the room made his features sharp and serpent like.

"No grand stories for me this time of your heroic adventures or gifts? No hellos or how you've missed me?" I kept my tone light and stood at the foot of the throne, the broken, bent and twisted swords jutting up everywhere around us. Daemon smiled calmly and inhaled deeply through his nose.

"Not this time my dear. I heard your father was having a tournament for his heir." I raised my eyebrow at him and a small smirk was playing at the corner of my lips.

"Father is planning on mother baring him a male heir. A natural born son." The words rolled off of my tongue and carried between us.

"As I said," Daemon rose from the Iron Throne and sauntered down the steps to me, he stopped once he was right in front of me and I could feel the heat coming off of him. I inhaled his scent and felt his warm breath on my face. His silver hair falling down his shoulders. "I am the heir to the throne. Until your mother can produce a surviving male heir. Here I am." He lifted his thumb to brush my lower lip, causing my lips to open and my breath to catch in my throat.

"Are you saying I shouldn't rejoice in my mother giving him a male son then?" I blinked up at him and his eyes shone down and meandered over my face and to my throat. Daemon tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, resting his hand on the side of my neck.

"I'm saying until then, you're stuck with me, Princess." His voice sent chills through my body.

"I don't mind being stuck with you, you're the one who left me here." I glanced down and tried to hide the hurt that was plain on my face. Daemon lifted my face back up and kissed me tenderly.

"That was never my intentions Visenya, I had no choice. You know me better than that." His voice was low and soft in the empty space around us. I tried to ignore the pain lumping up in my throat.

"I know… I'm sorry my father sent you away." I glared up at him, I had to ask even if I didn't want to know the answer. "I'm sure you've been busy with Lady Rhea while you've been away. Probably have a few heirs by now." His eyes went flat and his jaw flexed, yet he said nothing. I couldn't hide the distain in my voice as the words flew out of my mouth. I went to turn away from him so he couldn't see how much the thought bothered me. Daemon grabbed my arm and gently pulled me close to him.

"Now, you and I both know I can't stand that Bronze Bitch. I also can't stand the Vale. Smells of cat piss and the horses are more fuckable than my wife or any woman in all the lands. I didn't choose her the way I choose you." He reached into a small pouch and held his hand out to show me something. "I got you something dear." I looked down at the necklace he had held out in front of me. The steel was dark, almost black and there was a large ruby hanging off the steel.

"Valyrian steel…just like Dark Sister. You liar, you told me you didn't get me anything." My lilac eyes shining up at him.

"Turn around." I wiggled my eyebrows at him before turning and his hands brushed across my skin. I knew he could feel my blood warming under his touch. He secured the necklace around my neck and I turned to face him, I could hardly contain my excitement.

"I will wear it always, that way you'll always be with me." Daemon bent down to kiss me swiftly and then caught my eyes.

"Beautiful… I thought we should both own a piece of our heritage. One day we will rule the seven kingdoms and you'll be on my arm. Our children will be the bravest soldiers, dragon riders and rulers the kingdom has ever seen. Everyone will once again fear and respect the Targaryen name." He held my hands in his and the only thing I could think of was being alone with him. I let my eyes run over him and I couldn't help but be taken aback by how handsome he was. He was wearing his signature black plated armor with a deep crimson surcoat depicting the three headed dragon of our house.

"Have you told father you arrived yet?" His fierce eyes seemed to turn black as they flickered to the door behind us and then back to me.

"I'm sure he already knows I'm here. I hope to see you tomorrow at the tournament, Princess." He kissed my hand and bowed. Once he disappeared I made my way to the Dragonpit to see Naerys, my beautiful she-dragon. I always confided in her and she always somehow knew how to calm my nerves. When I arrived the Dragonkeepers bowed as I rushed passed them and made my way to Naerys.

"Princess, it's getting late, should we perhaps come back tomorrow?" Ser Erryk called after me. I ignored him as I approached the dragon. Ever so marveling at her beauty; she was a silvery beast with black running from the crest of her forehead down to the tip of her tail with black flecks scattered across her wings and chest. When we flew, she was as silent as a ghost and she was almost translucent in the fog of the clouds.

I reached out my hand and rested it on her snout. I didn't want to startle her out of her slumber but I also wanted to talk with her. I fought my father over and over again about how inhumane it was to lock up a dragon in a cave. They needed to roam and travel to thrive. Naerys roused and her dark golden eyes opened suddenly and fixated on me. I smiled at her and it was if she smiled back and started purring as she awoke, shaking and stretching out some.

"Let's get you out of here, what do you say?" She rose majestically and made her way through the cave and past the other dragons. I glanced over and noticed Caraxes, The Blood Wyrm, rouse when she went by. He started complaining some, as if wanting to come too. Caraxes was my uncles' dragon. A large, red beast with fire in his eyes. His crimson chest swelled and his scales, almost black, bristled. Naerys paid him no mind as we reached the mouth of the cave. Ser Erryk looked exasperated but bowed curtly.

"My lady, do you think it wise to take an evening out with a dragon?" I could hear the worry in his voice but I just rolled my eyes as I waited for Naerys to lower herself for me to climb onto her back.

"Would you like your saddle Princess?" I looked down at one of the Dragonkeepers as he made his way toward me with my saddle in tow.

"I'll be fine without, Naerys won't let anything happen to me." I waved him off and then glanced back down at Ser Erryk Cargyll before setting off. "Have my mare ready and waiting for me near the God's Eye. I'm going to let Naerys out for a bit. She's getting too cramped inside the cave. Caraxes hardly fits in there as it is. Plus Rhaenys has had Meleys in there for ages. Her precious Red Queen is going to go stir crazy too." And with that Naerys started running forward and lifted off in no time. Leaving King's Landing and the other roaring dragons behind us.

The next morning after breaking fast, I made my way to where the small council was planning on having a small debriefing. Ser Erryk was very cryptic about it this morning so I demanded leave to make my way to them. I walked as swiftly as I could so I wouldn't miss anything. I wasn't sure why father hadn't sent for me but I would find out soon enough. Once I reached the doors, some of the men from my father's Kings Guard tried to hesitate before opening the doors, but with one glare they opened them for me.

"What is the meaning of this? Why didn't you send for me?" Everyone around the table seemed startled. All but Otto Hightower and my uncle, Daemon. The ruby hanging at my throat seemed to burn white hot when our eyes met. I swallowed loudly, trying to pretend I didn't notice him and made my way to sit across from him, next to Otto. My father sighed, resigned.

"I didn't call you or your sister here, you shouldn't have to worry yourself with political nonsense. Before I could answer, Daemon scoffed and answered me directly.

"My dearest niece, your father here wishes for us not to be in the same room as one another. Personally, I believe it's because dear Otto wants you for himself." He grinned impishly and I pursed my lips to keep from smiling. My father looked petrified and Otto glared across the table at my uncle. "Am I wrong?" He regarded the Lord Hand coolly.

"You should know by now when it's appropriate to hold your tongue. Just because you are the Prince, does not make you worthy of that seat." His deep voice was filled with venom. Daemon didn't even flinch, he leaned forward against the table and clasped his hands together, eyes still trained on Otto.

"If it's a woman you're after to warm your bed, I'm happy to offer up my wife for you. It's been awhile since she's been bedded. I'm sure she'd enjoy the company, just as I'm sure you're very lonely since your own wife has passed. But do not presume to tell me what I can and cannot do. You should consider yourself blessed I haven't come across this table yet. I should be the one sitting on my brother's right side, not you." He chose his words carefully and kept his voice calm. Even still, his voice could've cut through stone by the time he was through. I peered sideways at him before glancing at my father.

"Enough! That is not why we called this meeting." He sighed loudly and motioned for Otto to keep his mouth shut. "Now, brother, I was told that there were some issues with you and your Gold Cloaks last night on the square?" Daemon raised his eyebrows innocently, pretending he didn't know what Viserys was talking about.

"I'm not sure what you mean?" Otto rolled his eyes but refused to look in Daemon's direction.

"Come now. Don't take me for a fool. Otto informed me that your theatrics last night with your Gold Cloaks was more than a spectacle. Dismembering men in the streets and castrating those your men said were rapers." I finally looked up at Daemon and noticed he still had some blood on his armor and specks were on his face. He simply shrugged and seemed unfazed by what had happened. I wondered if this is why Ser Erryk was so hesitant to let me leave last night on Naerys.

"Your Grace," Daemon finally spoke, eyeing Otto Hightower. "I simply wanted to keep your city safe. My family means everything to me and with the upcoming tournament, do you want your guests, or family members to be victims of theft, murders and rapers?" His dark purple eyes regarded me calmly whenever he mentioned his family.

My father looked torn but pleased at Daemon's explanation for what occurred last night. He nodded silently, pondering over that for a moment before smiling up at everyone.

"Good… That's good. You are doing well giving out judgments on the crowns behalf, I'll agree." Before he could continue Otto grumbled something and if my father heard him, he didn't acknowledge anything. "However, another spectacle like last nights and you will be dealt with accordingly. Do you understand?" I knew that as my father's decision, while he was ever the voice of reason, was to placate his Hand. I bit the inside of my lip as Lord Corlys, The Sea Snake, cleared his throat before speaking up.

"I think what Prince Daemon is doing with his Gold Cloaks is a positive thing for the realm as a whole. Least not the city itself. Putting rapers, reavers and murders in their place is a good sign of the strength of House Targaryen." His long white hair was kept in a tight braid behind him and his light eyes seemed to be hiding something. Daemon nodded to the Sea Snake and smiled.

"Thank you Lord Corlys. See? At least someone can see I'm doing a decent job at something." His voice was light and while he clearly still had blood on him from last night, his silver hair didn't seem to have a single strand out of place.

"I agree Lord Corlys, my uncle seems to be doing a fine job keeping the city and his family safe. Thank you for your acknowledgement." He smiled briefly at me then his eyes shifted to King Viserys nervously. Daemon glanced down at the table, if he seemed uneasy, you couldn't tell. It was Otto Hightower who broke the silence this time.

"This is the reason I keep telling you your Grace, he needs to be dealt with and sent back to the Vale with his wife!" Otto's face turned bright red and he slammed his fist down on the table. Everyone at the table was quiet. My eyes darted to Daemon's face and I could tell he was trying to keep his composure.

"Otto, please. Control yourself would you?" My father was a calm man when he needed to be. I never understood why he bothered himself with the Hightower's, they were nothing to us.

"Your Grace, why do you continue to entertain this fool?" I kept my voice calm and everyone at the table turned and glanced at me in shock. Lord Corlys tried to hide a smile and Daemon laughed loudly.

"Just because you are the King's daughter, does not give you the right to speak. Much less sit at this table. You are a woman." Otto glared down at me and I could feel embarrassment and anger boil inside of me. I went to open my mouth but Daemon was quicker and I could see the anger and disgust rolling off of him.

"Otto! Just because you wear some fancy pin on your clothing does not give you the right to stand and speak. You disgust me and disgrace our house. We all know that you want to undermine my brother. But for you to speak to my niece in such a way is out of the question. I expect you to contain yourself before I relieve your head from your shoulders. You will not speak to her in that manner." Daemon rose slowly and placed a sure hand on his sword, ready to strike.

"Coming from someone who would defile their niece and fill her head with silly stories and make her feel as if she's more than your common whore!" Otto didn't have a chance to blink before Daemon flew across the table and swiftly held a dagger to his throat.

"I'm sorry Otto, I didn't quite catch that. Did you just call the Princess a whore?" My father became furious and stood abruptly, his eyes shooting daggers in my uncle's direction.

"DAEMON!" His voice was white hot and Daemon glanced over at him slowly. "Release him this instant!" He was practically shaking at this point and Otto smirked, knowing he was getting away with something again. Daemon let Otto go and turned on one heel and stormed out of the room. I stood to follow after him, I couldn't sit in this room any longer. I was so embarrassed. I tried to wipe the tears from my eyes hastily and my father's voice stopped me.

"Visenya, you are not to go and follow after your uncle. Not after everything that has happened. He can cool off on his own. I've told you that I don't want you alone with him." He ran a tired hand over his face and no one in the room would look me in the eyes.

"Why?! Daemon would never hurt me, you think he'd try to kill me or something?" I swiveled on one heel and turned to storm out of the doors. My father yelling behind me to make sure I wasn't late to the tournaments.

I sat down in the front row, away from my father and the rest of the council. Alicent Hightower sat a chair away from me and refused to look my way. Her dark auburn hair was pulled back neatly and she had a dark green dress on with gold lacing over it. The dark velvet dress clung to her nicely and while I would never say anything to her, her dress was beautiful. I tried looking around to see if Rhaenyra was anywhere in sight. I hadn't seen her. I had been waiting patiently for Daemon to come out onto the field. I wore his Valyrian steel necklace with the ruby and a dark black dress. The shoulders were plated to look like a dragon's armor. My dress had gold weaving through it and our house sigil of the three headed dragon on the back of my cloak. I was hoping he would note the gold in my dress as well. I fully supported him with the City Watch and his Gold Cloaks.

"Close your mouth Visenya, you look like a drooling hound." Rhaenyra came up and sat next to me and I swatted at her.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." She smiled and nudged me some.

"Come on, what's not to like about uncle? He's very handsome and charming and a brilliant warrior." I did my best to ignore her and tried to focus on the games.

"I still haven't the slightest idea what you mean, Rhaenyra." I tried to hide my anticipation.

"Everyone knows, you might as well stop trying to hide it. Even if father doesn't approve, I think it's a fine match and there is no greater candidate. Father should be honored." Rhaenyra kept to a whisper. Alicent Hightower was sitting opposite to her and was trying to appear as if she wasn't trying to eavesdrop. Rhaenyra grabbed both of our hands as they announced Daemon Targaryen and he would choose his opponent since he was currently undefeated. My heart skipped a beat as he galloped onto the field on his black stallion. Rhaenyra was right of course, he was incredibly handsome and gallant on his steed. He had his dragon plated armor on and his mount was doting matching armor. His ebony armor had the red three headed dragon crest.

Daemon glanced up at the stands and his eyes fixated on me. He bowed and then rode past us to pick a knight to challenge him. He drew Dark Sister and pointed it at the knight covered in the Hightower's sigil, while I didn't recognize the knight, I couldn't suppress my happiness. I beamed and clapped my hands together loudly. I noticed Alicent looking sick to her stomach and she whispered something to Rhaenyra. I decided that I didn't really care anymore what my father thought. At least I was willing to keep our bloodlines pure.

Sometimes I wished that he would see me as a woman and not a child, if he even noticed me now. He was always harping about a male heir, even though my uncle was a sufficient male heir for him, and then Rhaenyra. Mother has continuously struggled to produce any living heirs besides two daughters.

"Want to bet that Prince Daemon brings the Hightower knight to his knees after dropping him from his horse?" I didn't look in Alicent's direction but I felt Rhaenyra jab her elbow at me. I smiled sweetly as I glanced at her. I tried to feel remorse for the jealousy and resentment I felt toward my sister, it was just too difficult. I was the eldest and the talk around court has always been that she was the Realms "Golden Delight". I was just the referred to as the "Silver Sister". Whatever that meant. I had a feeling it was due to the fact that her dragon, Syrax, was a beautiful golden color and her silver hair seemed to shine golden in the sun. While my dragon was silver. I still didn't like being compared to my younger sister or them implying I came second to her.

I nearly jumped out of my seat when Daemon dropped the knight from his horse. I knew he wouldn't hear my shouts since it seemed everyone had risen from their seat in an uproar. He made his way over to where we were seated and I rose to greet him. His smile was contagious and I smiled right back at him.

"Would you do me the honor of blessing me with your favor, Princess?" I beamed down at him, wishing I could fly into his arms right now. He glanced over my shoulder and noticed Alicent avoiding his gaze before glaring up at Otto Hightower. I notice his eyes hover over my father as I tossed my blessing down to him and he winked back at me. Another knight had entered the arena dressed in all silver. He rode toward us as Alicent and Rhaenyra strode over to look down at him. He removed his helm and flashed a bright smile up at us. His dark curls seeming to bounce around his tanned face.

"Princess Visenya, may I ask for your favor?" I frowned down at the Dornish knight, almost offended he would ask me. My father cleared his throat loudly and I could see Rhaenyra's smile fade as she scowled over at my father and I. I sighed and reached for another blessing to throw over to him, not caring if he caught it or not. "I could bring down a dragon for you if it pleases you?" His deep voice carried over the railing and I glowered thinking about him hurting Daemon.

I turned and stared back down at him. I noticed Daemon watching from his stallion and could see irritation and jealousy dripping off of him. Rhaenyra and Alicent giggled silently next to me and I frowned at them. Clearly she found this Dornishman charming, how interesting.

"Why would bringing down a dragon please me, Ser…?" He steadied his horse, not seeming bothered at all as Daemon's stallion started pacing back and forth.

"Ser Criston Cole my Princess." I noticed Rhaenyra blushing and she pulled her silver-gold braid over her shoulder, smiling at him.

"I apologize, Ser Criston Cole, forgive me. Perhaps you'd be better suited with a favor from my sister?" I raised an eyebrow and my father glowered at me and cleared his throat again. I rolled my eyes and tossed one over the edge and turned as I heard Daemon's stallion rearing loudly. The crowd began to cheer again as I slammed down into my chair and remained stoic. Rhaenyra moped some as she made her way back to sit next to me with silly little Alicent in tow.

"Don't worry dear one, you can give favor to a knight soon enough." My father smiled warmly at her and I noticed her shoulders still slouched. I ignored it, even though I did try, and turned my attention toward the two in the center of the stadium who prepared to joust. I said a silent prayer in my head to the Seven and wished Daemon luck. I couldn't tell from here whether he was angered by Ser Criston or not but I could assume the former.

Suddenly they rushed toward each other and uncle's horse seemed to be breathing fire as he rushed the other knight. They knocked into each other violently and I let out a scream as Daemon flew back from his horse and fell to the ground with a loud thud. I clutched the ruby around my neck and looked on anxiously, trying to see if he was safe or not. I didn't even notice when father was pulled away and had left without a word.

Daemon rose angrily and called for Dark Sister as the announcer bellowed on about them continuing the fight off horse. My voice caught in my throat as Daemon shoved a squire roughly to the ground after yanking his sword from them and came toward Ser Criston Cole. Their swords clashed together, seeming to send sparks flying. Daemon appeared to have the upper hand and was pushing Ser Criston back with each swing.

The moment Criston fell to the ground, Daemon was on him, engulfing him like flames tearing through a forest. Punching him brutally over and over until the knight didn't seem to move anymore. My uncle rose to his feet and threw his arms in the air, screaming wildly to get the crowd excited. Relief flooded through my body as I sighed and went to stand and applaud him. Suddenly the knight had jumped to his feet and I tried pointing behind Daemon to warn him but it was too late.

Ser Criston Cole had used his shield and slammed it into the back of Daemon's head causing him to drop in an instant. Rhaenyra stood and rushed to the edge and looked on anxiously as well, though she wasn't rooting for uncle. My platinum hair blew into my face and I struggled to yank it back so I could see. Daemon rolled over and had grabbed a dagger from his boots to jam it into Ser Criston's leg but wasn't fast enough. Criston had a sword ready and held it against Daemon's neck.

I could see Daemon trying to figure a way out of it but eventually threw his dagger to the side and lifted his hands up in defeat. I hissed angrily and turned to glare at Rhaenyra who stood clapping with her stupid friend happily.

"You did that on purpose! Are you trying to get your own family killed?" I stormed past her, not giving her a chance to explain herself. I kept my back to the coliseum and the thundering cheers from the peasants of flea bottom. Ser Erryk followed closely behind.

"I'm sure the Prince is fine." I raised a hand and cut him off. I didn't want to hear a single thing. I waited for my mare to be brought to me and was growing impatient as one of my guards rushed her to me. "Are you sure you don't want to ride in the carriage Princess?" I glanced over my shoulder at him, with tears in my eyes and shook my head.

"No thank you Erryk, I appreciate your concern though. I'll be fine." It looked like he wanted to offer some sort of comfort. I have always known he had taken a liking to me long ago but never said anything or acted on it. I couldn't ever tell if it bothered him that I only had eyes for Daemon or not.

"As you wish, Princess." I wiped the tears from my eyes, not knowing if I was truly mad at my sister or if it was just fear rushing over me worrying about my uncle. One of my guards had brought my mare around, a beautiful grey-blue horse with black on her legs and face and a mane of obsidian. Erryk helped me onto my horse, rolling my cloak into a side bag on the saddle and then mounted his own horse as I made my way back to the Red Keep without saying another word.

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