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โ๐๐จ๐ฏ๐, ๐ฅ๐๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ค ๐๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ข๐ญ ๐๐ง๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ก๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ? ๐๐ซ ๐๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก๐๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก๐๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ.โ
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You were born into a noble family. Your family had strong ties to the House of the Dragons. So a arrangement marriage between you and Prince Aegon, son of Prince Aenys, came as no surprise to anyone.
No one except Aenys' brother Maegor.
You were beautiful, eloquent, and elegant. There was no doubt that you and Aegon would make a good match, but Maegor couldn't shake the tightness in his throat as he looked at you.
You had donned the house colors for the engagement ball. Maegor had watched you through your countless dances with Aegon.
And now, you stood pensively under the stars by the pool in the garden.