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CHAPTER 6

Rhaenyra

For many moons, the fear of motherhood loomed over Rhaenyra like an unsettling shadow. The annals of her house revealed the heavy burden that pregnancy carried, particularly through the painful records of her own mother, Aemma Arryn. The queen, a beloved maternal figure, found herself ensnared in the intricacies of childbirth from the earliest days of her union with King Viserys Targaryen.

Aemma, like all women, bore the duty of producing an heir, and she experienced a tragic cycle of broken promises, with successive miscarriages extinguishing the light of her hopes. Amidst these shadows, a son was born, only to encounter the fleeting light of the world before returning to the darkness of an empty cradle.

Aemma's torments, a mother whose heart was entwined with hope and sorrow, cast a shadow that Rhaenyra would feel for a long time. Each attempt to give birth, an act imbued with longings and fears, carried with it the memory of her mother's shed tears.

In King Viserys’s deep desire for a son, Aemma embarked on a final journey, a pregnancy shrouded in hope and apprehension. The fruit of this desire was a son named Baelon, in honor of the king’s father. However, cruel fate conspired that the child would share with his mother only a brief breath of life, leaving Viserys grieving a double loss.

Rhaenyra's story, thus, was interwoven with the fragile threads of motherhood, where joy and pain danced in a delicate and unpredictable waltz. To be a mother in this world meant more than simply nurturing and guiding children; it was a burden of responsibilities, a web of duties and expectations.

Rhaenyra, despite being the princess heir, was not immune to the hindrances of motherhood. Her children were heirs destined to bear the weight of leadership, and with each birth, she felt the burden of lineage upon her shoulders, a responsibility manifested in the inquisitive gazes of the court.

Motherhood for the princess was not all sweetness; it was a mix of love and high expectations. She watched her children grow, not just as individuals but as key pieces in the complex game of power in Westeros, just as she and others before her had been. Each counsel was a guide to a destiny charted from birth.

For Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, motherhood was a delicate balance between duty and love, between guiding and allowing freedom. In her eyes, there reflected not only the ancestral fire of dragons but also the burning flame of motherhood that transcended the splendor of thrones and crowns.

Because of this, she cared deeply for each of her children, fostering their desires and ambitions, yet always firm in the position they occupied. Marrying Ser Laenor Velaryon had once seemed a necessary decision, appearing as a transaction of convenience, a necessary arrangement on the board of power and Valyrian lineage. From the start, even before considering Laenor as a potential husband, Rhaenyra recognized the whispers that echoed about him. These whispers fed the uncertainty in her mind’s corridors, making her question whether harmony could exist between them.

However, over time, as layers of Laenor were unveiled before her, Rhaenyra discovered more than a mere consort; she found a companion, a friend, and, surprisingly, a confidant. Despite his idiosyncrasies, Ser Laenor revealed himself as someone with whom the princess could share laughter and even secrets.

What had initially been approached with skepticism transformed into a peculiar partnership, where the imperfections of both blended to create a truly unique union. She recognized that Ser Laenor Velaryon brought with him the unique and inconsequential essence characteristic of House Velaryon. This peculiarity, almost unpredictable, was an intrinsic part of her dear companion. She knew that, somehow, this unique characteristic of the Velaryons had passed on to one of her daughters, like a magical link connecting the generations.

Despite this inconsequential nature, Laenor Velaryon embraced Jacaerys and Lucerys as his own sons with remarkable tenderness. His love was not limited to blood ties but embraced the bond formed through affection and companionship. Jacaerys and Lucerys were, to Laenor, as truly his children as they were Rhaenyra’s, and he cared for them as a dedicated father.

There was a tacit understanding that transcended conventional boundaries. Rhaenyra deeply respected Laenor’s varied and peculiar loves, knowing that his heart was a vast and diverse terrain, with space for many forms of affection.

And secretly, in the most protected corner of her heart, Rhaenyra harbored a forbidden love for Ser Harwin Strong. This was her most well-guarded secret, a burning fire that blazed in her soul but remained hidden from the world’s eyes. And, surprisingly, Laenor, with his unique sensitivity and rare understanding, respected this silent love.

Ser Harwin Strong was the object of this forbidden love, and even though he remained in the shadows, his presence was felt deeply in the princess’s heart. From this clandestine bond, which escaped the eyes of the court and society, fruits were born.

As she gazed upon the faces of her children, Rhaenyra experienced a whirlwind of emotions. Though the circumstances of this relationship were complicated and the secrets were burdensome, the bond between mother and children was undeniable.

Rhaenyra felt the profound joy of being a mother, a sensation that surpassed her fears. Her children were silent proofs of an intense love she concealed from the court’s critical eyes. Every laugh, every curious look bore the indelible mark of the connection she shared with Ser Harwin.

At the same time, the princess could not ignore the inherent challenges of the situation. Malicious whispers were like poisoned arrows, pointing to the supposed stain on her honor.

Rhaenyra, however, was a woman of iron determination, willing to face the obstacles life imposed on her. Each malicious word, each look of reproach, she met with the haughtiness of a true Targaryen. She knew the truth, understood the love that burned in her chest and had given birth to the children so harshly criticized.

The princess was resilient in the face of accusations, but she could not deny that, in the depths of her heart, the cruel words echoed with an intensity that hurt. The unforgiving society of the court fed gossip like a voracious creature, and Rhaenyra feared that even her strength had its limits.

In the silent nights, when the curtains of the fortress closed, the princess held her children in her arms and wondered if they would ever truly escape the whispers about their legitimacy.

The true heir to the throne was Rhaenyra, and Viserys’s acceptance, the king, further strengthened her children’s position as legitimate members of House Targaryen. On many occasions, the king himself expressed his confidence in Jacaerys’s future reign, disregarding any unfounded doubts the court might raise.

Rhaenyra was aware that the controversy extended beyond mere offense; she perceived that the core of the issue lay in the audacity of a woman to lie with another man. If she were a man, the court’s voices would be silenced.

Her children were as Targaryen as she was, and the love that united them was a flame that burned more intensely than the palace gossip could extinguish.

Maternal love was unwavering and unconditional.

— Mama?

Lucerys was known for his caring and gentle nature. His empathy and compassion made him beloved not only by his mother but by those around him. His deep brown eyes had a certain sparkle. Rhaenyra always found him a joyful boy, and his smile was as sweet as fresh berries.

He was an adorable boy but, deep down, very brave. He was courageous when needed and naturally gentle with those he deeply loved.

— Yes, Luke? What is it?

She smiled at the boy as they walked hand in hand down the corridor.

— Do you think Arrax will grow quickly? — His eyes lit up.

— Arrax may take his own time, dear. But I’m sure he’ll be as big as Syrax one day.

— Really?! — he exclaimed. — Syrax is so beautiful!

— Yes, she indeed is…

— She suits you, mama! You’re very pretty too.

Rhaenyra smiled joyfully.

— Thank you, my sweet boy.

Suddenly, the castle corridor was abruptly invaded by the distinctive sound of King Viserys’s rhythmic cane strikes against the stone floor. Each impact was a ceremonial echo, announcing the monarch’s imposing arrival. The sound was accompanied by the metallic cadence of the Kingsguard’s white cloaks, with the firm posture of Harrold Westerling and Erryk Cargyll, all marching in perfect synchronization behind the king.

Rhaenyra, upon hearing the familiar sound, looked up, noticing the approach of the king and his entourage. Her heart beat with a mixture of reverence and familiarity, for she recognized in that sound not just the royal presence but also the figure of her father. The metallic clink of the Kingsguard’s armor added a solemn weight to the chorus of sounds filling the corridor.

As King Viserys came into view, his cane striking unmistakably, Rhaenyra made a graceful bow, Lucerys at her side following her example.

— Good morning, Your Grace.

— Good morning, Majesty — said the little prince.

The princess noticed as her father’s face softened into a fond smile, easing the lines of worry that marked his expression.

The king’s smile was like a beam of light, illuminating not only his face but also the surroundings. His eyes, once serious and piercing, gained a warm glow as he greeted his daughter and grandson.

— Good morning, my dear Rhaenyra. Good morning, Lucerys — the king greeted with a voice that conveyed not just authority but also a tone of affection. His smile revealed the tenderness he held for his family. A simple gesture, a good morning spoken with warmth and affection.

King Viserys Targaryen, still smiling, joined his daughter and grandson in the corridor lit by high windows, echoing with the soft sounds of the Kingsguard’s steps and the light scrape of the cane.

— And where are we heading today, Rhaenyra? — Viserys asked with curiosity, maintaining a calm and regal pace.

Rhaenyra, walking beside her father, replied with a light smile.

— The small hall, Your Grace. Breakfast awaits us there. Jace and Lys have already gone ahead, but Rhaella… well, you know how she is. I think she’s still in the gardens, lost among the flowers or trying to tame some horse in the stables.

The king laughed softly, the melody of his laughter blending with the echo of the corridor.

— Yes, yes, my little Rhaella has a free spirit. Let it be. If she’s too late, Harrold can guide her to us. — The king breathed deeply and sighed as if recalling an earlier time. — Your grandmother, Alyssa, had a remarkable presence. A truly notable woman. I miss the times when she walked these corridors.

The king’s gaze shifted to Rhaenyra, and an affectionate smile lit up his wrinkled face.

— Rhaella has the same flame in her eyes. A blend of fire and freedom. Alyssa would have been proud to have a descendant like her.

The princess smiled proudly.

— Indeed, Your Grace. Sometimes I think she has a spirit as untamed as my grandmother’s. Certainly, there’s no boredom when she’s around. — The princess looked solemnly at the king. — Lord Corlys might want to disagree, according to him, Rhaella is more like him.

— Well, he’s not entirely wrong. She is a true mix of Velaryon and Targaryen — Viserys laughed in agreement. — Vhaelys, on the other hand, is much like you. She has the same boldness, the burning flame I saw in you when you were younger. And, of course, there’s a spark of your mother in her. Aemma had a good heart but was fierce, with a great sense of duty. She would be proud of you and your children. I have no doubts.

Rhaenyra cast a thoughtful look at her father.

— I miss her…

The shadows of the past danced on the stone corridors. Viserys’s gaze, though firm, reflected a melancholy that only the passage of time could create. Their mourning was a shared journey, though lived in solitude. And as they faced the dark days, there was hope that, with time, the pain would diminish and the light of acceptance and transformation would begin to penetrate through the clouds of grief, illuminating the hearts of Rhaenyra and Viserys once again.

— There are days when I miss Aemma so intensely that it’s as if my own heart remembers the void she left.

Rhaenyra nodded, understanding the longing they both shared.

— The castle seemed brighter when she was here.

Viserys smiled, recalling the days when happiness lit every corner of the castle.

— Yes, she brought a light with her. Her laughter filled the corridors like a joyful melody. Sometimes, I still feel as if she’s around. As if time cannot completely erase her essence.

Rhaenyra held her father’s hand, sharing the silent lament.

— Aemma lives in our memories and in the lineage she helped create. You, my daughter, and my grandchildren carry her flame, each in a unique way.

Rhaenyra gently squeezed her father’s hand.

— She is gone, but her legacy continues. Her teachings shaped me. We are living witnesses to what she left behind.

— What was grandmother like?

Lucerys broke the momentary silence with a delicate question.

Rhaenyra and Viserys exchanged looks, recognizing the curiosity and tenderness in the prince’s words.

— My boy, she was a remarkable woman. Your grandmother brought light and warmth to this castle, and her absence is still felt by all of us.

Lucerys nodded, his eyes reflecting a mix of sadness and fascination.

— Did she like to tell stories? Did she play with you, mama?

Rhaenyra smiled, recalling the days of her childhood when Aemma’s presence lit up the castle.

— Oh, your grandmother was amazing. She had a contagious laugh, and we always gathered to tell stories before bed. We played in the gardens when I was as little as you.

Viserys placed a gentle hand on his grandson’s shoulder.

— She was an extraordinary woman, Luke. Her love shaped this house, and her spirit lives in each of us. Your eyes share the same gentle sparkle as hers.

Prince Lucerys nodded, feeling connected to a part of history he only knew through his family’s stories. The silence that followed now carried the weight of past generations and the echo of a love that had transcended time.

Rhaella

Rhaella’s dress unfolded in shades of black and blue, evoking the unique beauty of the ocean’s depths. The deep black, like the darkest night, was intertwined with hues of celestial blue, creating a tapestry of colors that seemed to dance in the morning light streaming through the bedroom windows. Intricate embroidered details, resembling the bony plates of a seahorse, adorned the sleeves and hem of the dress. The skirt flowed like the dark waters of the ocean, creating an image of grace and fluidity.

Ser Laenor assisted in the task of dressing her, trying to handle the delicate fastenings and ties of the dress. The air was filled with urgency, intensified by the growing lateness.

— If you don’t stay still, dear, I won’t be able to tie this thing.

— Right. Sorry! — the princess’s leg wouldn’t stop swinging.

As Laenor finished the last adjustments, Rhaella prepared to brush her hair and dry it as quickly as possible.

The echo of boots resounded in the stone corridor, and it was only when they reached the door of the room that the princess’s breath caught. The door opened, and inquisitive eyes scanned the room for something or someone. Ser Harwin’s face changed into a courteous smile upon seeing Ser Laenor assisting Rhaella with her preparations.

With a respectful bow, Ser Harwin greeted them both and closed the door behind him.

— Good morning, Ser Laenor. I hope everything is in order here. — One of his eyebrows arched.

— Good morning, Ser Harwin. Everything is under control, but I will need your help to find Rhaella’s towel and shoes.

— Of course, at your service. — He faced the princess. — Good morning, Princess.

— Good morning, Ser Harwin... — she smiled playfully.

— Princess Rhaenyra asked me to find you, could you tell me where you were this time? — he approached the screen and grabbed a towel, handing it to Ser Laenor.

— Oh, it’s a secret. I can’t tell.

Ser Laenor and Ser Harwin exchanged amused looks.

— Princess Rhaenyra was worried — he lifted some strands from the princess’s forehead. — And it seems with good reason.

The girl pulled the strands back to cover the bruise and signaled him not to speak about it.

— It’s nothing, just a scratch. Don’t tell Mama, okay?

Ser Harwin knelt and put the shoes on the girl’s feet, laughing gently.

— I can’t lie if she asks.

— She won’t ask if you don’t say anything!

— Rhae, don’t put the commander in a difficult situation — Ser Laenor said as he finished braiding the girl’s hair. — He’s not wrong, you know.

The girl pouted.

— I know, I know.

— Are we very late? — Ser Laenor asked.

— It seems the king and queen are taking a bit longer. You still have some time to get to the small hall.

— Alright, it looks like we’re done. If we hurry, we can get there before our absence is noticed.

Vhaelys

In an era where shrewd glances and sharp speculations were the currency, Vhaelys began to cunningly devise a way to cover up Rhaella’s tardiness. It was evident that something was afoot, a furtive escapade that needed to be skillfully concealed.

— Ah, Daeron, you know how Rhaella is. Sometimes she likes to take her time. She must be getting ready, I’m sure.

Daeron raised an eyebrow, suspicious, and Jacaerys joined the conversation.

— Maybe she lost track of time while admiring her own reflection in the mirror.

Vhaelys laughed, trying to divert attention from the matter.

— You both know how she is. Always late, but always charming when she finally shows up.

At that moment, Aegon Targaryen entered the small hall with an air of nonchalance, but his tired violet eyes and the dark circles beneath them indicated a long and perhaps tumultuous night. His silver-gold hair, usually meticulously arranged, was now slightly disheveled, suggesting a certain lack of care in his appearance.

With a relaxed posture, Aegon wore an ironic smile on his lips, as if always on the brink of a sarcastic joke. His eyes, despite the fatigue, retained a spark of liveliness, indicating that even after a turbulent night, he could still maintain a certain sharpness.

Vhaelys, observing him, couldn’t help but roll her eyes. To her, Aegon represented volatility and lack of commitment. His erratic behavior often put his siblings in complicated situations, and his nights of excess and endless parties were a constant source of exasperation for Vhaelys.

As he approached, she couldn’t help but frown at the signs of fatigue on his face. It was a familiar sight but no less irritating. The relationship between the two was marked by constant friction, as Vhaelys had little patience for her uncle’s impulsive attitudes.

Even though Vhaelys disagreed with many of Aegon’s actions, there was still a blood bond that connected them, and she could not entirely ignore his presence.

Noticing the conversation between his brother and nephews, Aegon interjected, as usual, with a mischievous smile.

— Wasting time on trivialities as always? Our lovely Rhaella seems to enjoy the company of animals — the prince grabbed a goblet of wine and served himself. — Sometimes I fear she thinks she is one of them.

Vhaelys, visibly irritated by the unpleasant remark, replied firmly.

— Mind your own business, Aegon. Rhaella’s reasons should not concern you.

— Oh, Vhaelys, always so defensive. I was just making a light observation. — Aegon, keeping his ironic expression, retorted. — No need to be so serious.

Vhaelys’s expression hardened, and she replied firmly.

— Your observations are rarely harmless, uncle. Perhaps if you cared more about your responsibilities than your bad jokes and drowning in wine, you’d have fewer problems.

Aegon laughed, approached his niece slowly, and flicked her forehead.

— You’re quite the little know-it-all, aren’t you?

— Don’t try to provoke her, Aegon. It wouldn’t end well for you. Believe me — Jacaerys tried to ease the tension, smiling. — Rhaella will arrive when she arrives, and in the meantime, we can discuss more important matters. For instance, will you be practicing with me later at the Dragonpit?

— I’m not too concerned about the harsh words of a brat. — He smiled ironically. — She just needs to learn to have a sense of humor.

— It’s just advice — Jacaerys said calmly. — Now, about the practice at the Dragonpit, what do you think, Aegon? You said you’d give me some tips.

— Alright, Jace. — Aegon shrugged and sighed — I’d love to show you and everyone how it’s done.

Vhaelys, still irritated by Aegon’s earlier comment, decided to intervene.

— I just hope you can stay mounted this time, uncle. We wouldn’t want to have to rescue a Targaryen from the Dragonpit.

— We’ll see, Vhaelys. Maybe you’ll even learn something by watching — Aegon laughed, seeming unconcerned by the provocation.

Jacaerys rolled his eyes, and Daeron smiled subtly from the other side of the table.

— Could you two go a minute without annoying each other? — Jacaerys commented wearily.

As the tension hung in the room, the door to the small hall opened again, and Queen Alicent entered accompanied by Prince Aemond and Princess Helaena. Her dark eyes, however, carried a calculating and observant expression. The queen cast a piercing look around the room, immediately noticing the tense atmosphere. Her eyes rested a moment longer than usual on Aegon, and she sighed inwardly.

Everyone rose from their chairs in respect.

— Good morning, everyone — Alicent greeted with calculated serenity, ignoring the palpable hostility. — It seems I’m missing an animated conversation.

— Nothing much, mother. Just discussing practice at the Dragonpit — Aegon tried to ease the atmosphere. — For the upcoming event.

Vhaelys observed the queen consort with a mix of respect and caution.

The queen’s expression was a blend of dignity and shrewdness, as if she were carefully weaving the threads of the political game in her mind. Her eyes, though observing every movement in the room, maintained an apparent calm.

— Nonetheless, we have many matters to discuss today. Let us sit and wait for the king.

Seated at the table, the queen directed her keen gaze toward Vhaelys, seemingly noticing the absence of some members of the royal family. Her voice, soft and controlled, broke the silence as she addressed Princess Velaryon.

— Vhaelys, my dear, it seems the royal family is incomplete at this breakfast. Where are the others?

Vhaelys, aware of the queen’s ability to probe and seek information, responded in a carefully neutral tone.

— They are on their way, my queen. They must be attending to some matters before joining us.

Alicent smiled, but her eyes retained their intensity.

— Matters? Interesting. I would like to know more about these matters.

Vhaelys felt the pressure of the words but remained firm.

— Of course, my queen. But some issues take time to be addressed and are not so important as to demand Your Majesty’s attention. It’s unnecessary to worry.

Alicent tilted her head slightly, as if evaluating the princess’s words.

— Oh, dear. You are so young, but so eloquent with words. But united families share their burdens, Vhaelys. I see no reason to keep secrets among us. No matter is less important when it concerns the family.

Vhaelys perceived the shrewdness behind Alicent’s words and, determined to preserve the family’s privacy, responded with respect but firmness.

— Thank you, Your Majesty, I work hard on my studies. But allow me to explain. You are right, we are a family. The issue mentioned is that my mother is quite particular about formalities. She believes it is crucial that we are properly dressed and presentable when receiving guests, especially in the presence of nobility. It’s a matter of respect, a care to ensure that our appearance does not disgrace Your Grace. — Vhaelys paused, choosing her words carefully. — My father and my sister, Rhaella, are following my mother’s instructions to ensure everyone is properly prepared. It’s a process that takes some time, as my mother also insists on preparing Lucerys, but I’m sure they will join us soon. Thank you for your patience, Your Majesty.

Vhaelys kept her gaze steady, showing confidence in her words, as she awaited Alicent’s reaction to the justification she had created to protect her family.

Alicent, although maintaining an impassive expression, stared at Vhaelys for a brief moment before responding.

— Princess Rhaenyra is indeed meticulous. I expected no less from her. However, Vhaelys, do not forget that punctuality is a virtue appreciated at court. Whether at important events or a simple breakfast, it is essential that everyone is present. — The queen paused and looked around before continuing. — I hope the delay is not frequent. King Viserys and other members of the court have their expectations. Be mindful of these details. Now, while we wait, perhaps we can discuss some lighter matters. How have your recent days been for you and your siblings?

The queen looked at Jacaerys and Vhaelys, seeking answers.

— The days have been quite busy, my lady. As always, we are dedicated to our studies and training, striving to meet the expectations of the court and our family — replied the princess.

Alicent nodded approvingly, but her expression remained cold.

— It is good to hear that you are dedicated. You are the future generation of House Targaryen and Velaryon, and it is important that you are prepared for the challenges ahead. I certainly expect a lot from each of you.

Vhaelys and Jacaerys nodded respectfully, striving to hide any discomfort they might feel under the queen’s intense scrutiny.

— Yes, Your Majesty. We are aware of the responsibility that falls upon us.

As the conversation continued, Vhaelys realized she would have to deal with Queen Alicent’s expectations, who seemed attentive to every word and movement. Breakfast promised to be a challenging occasion, and Vhaelys hoped that the arrival of her mother and the other family members would alleviate the tension hanging over the small hall.

— Jacaerys, I’ve heard that you’ve been dedicated to your studies lately. They say your sword skills are standing out. How do you feel about that process?

Vhaelys felt a growing discomfort from the intense way Queen Alicent directed her gaze at Jacaerys. The atmosphere in the small hall became tense as the queen’s eyes scrutinized every detail of the heir prince.

Jacaerys, aware of the special attention he was receiving and the uncomfortable dynamics in the room, responded politely.

— Thank you for your words, my queen. I strive to improve my skills daily, following the example of great knights.

Alicent nodded, but the princess noticed as the queen's gaze intensified.

— Oh, that's wonderful, dear. And which knights might serve as your example?

Vhaelys shifted uncomfortably in her seat, fearing where this conversation might lead. Jacaerys was clever, but often she found him too naive. She was not like that — she suspected everything.

But before Vhaelys could say anything, the queen's eldest son spoke up.

— Mother, I heard we will have the honor of the Lady of House Arryn's presence. The Maiden of the Vale, Jeyne Arryn, if I'm not mistaken...

Alicent diverted her gaze from Jacaerys and responded to Aegon's query, changing the tone of the conversation.

— Yes, that's true. Lady Jeyne Arryn's presence is always notable, and we will also have the presence of Lord Belmore's son. Lady Jeyne comes accompanied by Carsen Belmore. We must receive our guests with all courtesy.

A solemn creak was heard as the doors of the hall opened. The sound echoed through the room, bringing sudden attention to all present. The noise of the hinges was like a prelude to the king Viserys’s grand entrance, and the doors parted to admit the royal figure. All present rose from their seats in a respectful synchrony, as if moved by a single will to honor the monarch. The soft rustling of garments, the slight scraping of chairs being pushed back, and the gradual fading of conversations composed a discreet symphony of reverence.

Beside the king, Vhaelys saw her mother, Princess Rhaenyra, walking gracefully. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her gaze, though serene, carried nobility. She radiated a strong, regal presence, as befitted an heir to the Iron Throne.

And beside the princess, Vhaelys’s younger brother, Lucerys, displayed a noble bearing despite his youth. His eyes reflected curiosity and excitement for the family breakfast. Vhaelys found him endearing.

The momentary silence that followed, filled only by the soft sound of the doors closing, resonated like an echo of the court’s reverence for the king.

— Good morning to all — greeted Viserys with a firm yet cheerful voice. — I hope we can enjoy today’s breakfast.

Vhaelys observed her grandfather with a mix of respect and curiosity. His once golden-silver hair was beginning to show the marks of time, nearly white with the passage of years. Each silver strand seemed to tell ancient tales, memories of battles and decisions that shaped the Seven Kingdoms.

Illness and advanced age had left their marks, but they had not erased the dignity he carried. The royal mantle, embroidered with symbols of dragons and crowns, fell elegantly over his shoulders. His now more serene eyes still conveyed the wisdom accumulated over the years. They swept the hall with a mix of authority and affection, as if each face present was a distinct chapter of his story.

The cane that had become his constant companion tapped rhythmically on the ground. Each tap seemed to echo the weight of the responsibility he bore, while his presence emanated an aura that commanded respect.

The sight of the aging king leaning on his cane evoked a deep sense of duty and loyalty in Vhaelys, reinforcing the responsibility she felt as a member of House Targaryen.

— Good morning, my king. How did you pass the night? — Alicent inclined her head in greeting, her lips curving into a subtle smile.

Her good morning to the king was spoken with a serene voice, but her eyes betrayed her shrewdness.

Viserys responded with a warm greeting, while Vhaelys noted the exchange of glances between the king and queen.

— The night was calm, my queen. — Viserys replied, leaning slightly on his cane. — How is everyone this morning?

Alicent cast a quick glance over the assembled, including Vhaelys, with an expression that was hard to decipher. Vhaelys knew that behind the courtesy, there was always a web of potential intrigues.

— Everything is proceeding as it should, my king. Everyone is eagerly anticipating the upcoming events.

Vhaelys noticed Alicent’s skill in conveying much with few words. It was as if each sentence was a calculated move in a game of chess, and Vhaelys wondered if she would ever master such an art.

The queen extended a greeting to Princess Rhaenyra with a blend of grace and diplomacy. Vhaelys watched with keen attention, knowing that every interaction between her mother and the queen consort was part of an elaborate performance.

— Good morning, princess. How did you pass the night? — Alicent inquired, her voice sounding melodious, but with an undertone of assessment behind the words.

Rhaenyra, in turn, responded with a polite smile, skillfully masking any resentment she might feel. Her demeanor revealed a mixture of courtesy and reserve, aware of the delicacy of courtly relations.

— Good morning, Your Majesty. The night was calm. Thank you for your kindness in asking — replied the heir princess, maintaining an elevated posture, as befits a princess.

Vhaelys noticed the exchange of glances between the two women, a silent game of courtesy. No matter how much Alicent tried to maintain a facade of cordiality, her presence was a constant reminder of the political complexities that permeated everyone.

As the interaction between her mother and the queen consort unfolded, her eyes swept the hall for the arrival of her sister Rhaella and her father, Ser Laenor. Their delay did not go unnoticed, and Vhaelys felt the tension growing around her.

King Viserys Targaryen, supported by his cane and maintaining the dignity of his position, moved to the central place at the table. As conversations continued, the princes and princesses took their designated seats, and the small hall began to take on an air of formality. With a respectful bow, the monarch took his seat, assuming the prominent position.

The table was adorned with fine dishes, silverware, and crystal goblets. Skilled servants began to bring delicacies, filling the table with a variety of savory foods. The atmosphere of the hall was imbued with a mix of anticipation and respect as everyone awaited the start of the royal breakfast.

The tension increased as the queen took her place and cast inquisitive glances around. Queen Alicent Hightower followed the etiquette with grace and elegance, sitting beside the king, complementing his presence with authority. Vhaelys felt the queen’s eyes on her mother, as if trying to decipher the secrets behind Rhaella and Laenor’s delay.

The doors of the hall finally opened, but it was neither Rhaella nor Laenor who entered, only the knights changing their shifts. And Queen Alicent, in turn, did not waste any time and went straight to the point.

— I notice that some of our dear family members are absent. Where are Princess Rhaella and Ser Laenor, Princess Rhaenyra?

Vhaelys gripped the skirts of her dress anxiously. And watched her mother closely, waiting for her response. Rhaenyra, though maintaining her dignity, did not hide a trace of discomfort in her expression.

— My queen, Ser Laenor and Rhaella will join us shortly. They had some setbacks but are on their way.

Vhaelys could feel the tension hanging in the air, and every word exchanged in that small hall seemed laden with meaning.

— Punctuality is a virtue we expect all in the royal family to cultivate. It is important that everyone be present before the king.

— I apologize, Your Majesty. I understand the importance of punctuality, but I also believe that being well-presented is of equal relevance. I hope you can understand.

Alicent nodded with a slight smile, but Vhaelys could perceive the subtle suspicion in the queen's eyes.

— Indeed, princess. It is essential that we all align with the court's expectations. However, punctuality is a manifestation of respect to those present and a demonstration of discipline and organization. This is particularly crucial for the royal family, as it serves as an example to the entire realm. I also hope you understand this.

— Certainly, Your Majesty. I will ensure that these words are conveyed to both of them.

Rhaenyra’s response did not seem to fully satisfy Alicent, who maintained her gaze for a moment before nodding with a swift gesture.

King Viserys Targaryen intervened in the conversation between the queen and the princess. His countenance, though marked by age, still reflected authority and wisdom.

— Alicent, my dear, we should not be too harsh with the children. Let them enjoy their youth — he touched his wife’s hand and paused before continuing. — They will soon have enough responsibilities.

Alicent, maintaining a firm stance, responded to the king's remark.

— With all due respect, my king, punctuality is a virtue that should be cultivated from an early age. Discipline is fundamental, even in youth.

Viserys, however, displayed an indulgent smile, defending the lighter stance on the issues raised.

— I understand the importance of discipline, Alicent, but we must also allow the children to have fun. Rhaella will have time for that, my dear. Let my grandchildren’s childhood be filled with joy. Responsibilities will come soon enough; there is no rush.

Alicent, though maintaining her posture, yielded to the king’s firmness.

Vhaelys watched intently as the doors of the small hall opened, allowing the entrance of Princess Rhaella and her father, Ser Laenor Velaryon. The atmosphere in the room subtly shifted, and eyes turned to the newcomers.

Vhaelys noted the subtle disapproval on Queen Alicent Hightower’s face at the delay, but the king Viserys’s earlier intervention had somewhat eased the tension in the room.

Rhaella, with her distinct grace and beauty, wore a dress in deep black and blues — Vhaelys quickly identified the dress and smiled. Her silver hair was delicately styled in a long braid.

Beside her, Ser Laenor Velaryon, the proud father, displayed a confident demeanor. His silver hair was neatly tied back, and his refined attire accentuated his imposing figure. Despite any speculation surrounding his personal life, Laenor Velaryon remained a figure of respect.

King Viserys, upon noticing the arrival of his granddaughter and son-in-law, greeted them with a warm gesture.

— I apologize for our delay, Your Grace. I received an urgent message from my sister, and we could not ignore her call. I hope you all understand.

Murmurs in the hall subsided as the gathered guests processed the explanation. Rhaella, beside Ser Laenor, accompanied the apology with a charming smile, attempting to soften any potential discontent.

— I am sorry for the delay, Your Majesty — she inclined her head.

The king, in turn, nodded, supporting Laenor and Rhaella's explanation.

— Ah Rhaella, and Ser Laenor, how good of you to arrive. Do not worry about the delay; we are just beginning. Family should always be a priority — the king glanced around the table — We understand the need to attend to such calls. Please, make yourselves comfortable. What news does your sister bring us? Is everyone well?

Ser Laenor nodded respectfully and responded.

— She is on her way for the princes' name day, bringing with her her daughters Baela and Rhaena. Even while pregnant, she insists on being present to celebrate this special occasion with her daughters and the rest of the family.

Viserys smiled at the news, showing contentment.

— Ah, that is excellent news! It will be a joy to have Lady Laena and her daughters with us. Their presence will only enrich the event. Has she handled the journey well?

— The journey does not seem to have affected her negatively, Your Grace. Laena is eager to reunite with the family.

Viserys nodded, satisfied with the information.

— Very well. Let us prepare to welcome Lady Laena and her daughters with the hospitality they deserve — he turned his gaze to Queen Alicent — This will be a special day for the princes and for our entire family.

The queen smiled and turned her attention to the Velaryons who had just arrived in the small hall.

— Certainly, Your Grace. Her arrival will be eagerly anticipated by all of us. And how is Lady Laena's health? Her pregnancy seems not to have diminished her determination to attend the events.

— Laena has always been strong and resolute, my queen. Even the prospect of a child does not prevent her from being by her family's side during important moments such as this. But according to her message, her health is excellent.

Alicent nodded in silent agreement.

— A remarkable virtue, without a doubt.

The scene continued with Rhaella and Ser Laenor taking their seats, while the family's attention gradually shifted to other matters. The soft and constant hum of conversations filled the air, with laughter, murmurs, and debates on various topics. The long table was covered with a variety of dishes, from fresh breads and fruits to eggs prepared in different ways, and the tempting aromas of the dishes lingered in the air.

The gentle clinking of cutlery against plates and glasses created a constant soundtrack. The metallic sound indicated the frenetic activity as they savored the various dishes served at the table. The footsteps of the servants circulating, attending to the family's needs, contributed to the sense of efficiency and discreet service characteristic of the Red Keep.

Here and there, spontaneous laughter and exclamations of surprise or delight stood out.

— Jace, Daeron, how are you feeling with the celebration approaching? — asked the king, with his characteristic smile.

Prince Jacaerys looked up from his plate and responded with good humor.

— I’m excited, Your Grace. Mother and the dragon keepers have been preparing me well. The training for the first flight is intense, but I am determined to impress.

— I share the same enthusiasm, Your Majesty. I have been training with Ser Criston to hone my skills.

Daeron responded and shared a smile with the queen, his mother.

— I still remember my first flight as if it were yesterday. The sensation of freedom in the skies is unmatched, my lads.

Vhaelys had heard stories echoing through the castle corridors about her grandfather, King Viserys, and Balerion, the Black Dread. The imposing figure of Balerion, with his black scales and enormous wings, was passed down through songs and stories from generation to generation in House Targaryen.

However, after Balerion’s departure from this world, Viserys did not seek to claim another dragon for himself. This fact intrigued Vhaelys, as many Targaryens yearned to bond with these magnificent creatures.

Her grandfather’s decision remained shrouded in mystery. Was it out of respect for Balerion’s legacy, recognizing that no other dragon could replace the Black Dread? Or perhaps it was a personal choice, a renunciation of the unique bond between rider and dragon? Vhaelys pondered these questions, trying to unravel the reasons behind the decisions of the past.

— That is what I like to hear. The first flight is a rite of passage for every dragon and their rider. Do not worry, my lad, you are destined to be a great dragon rider, and certainly a good king.

Viserys’s gaze toward Jacaerys was filled with pride and affection, an expression not lost on the keen eyes of Princess Rhaenyra and Vhaelys. Rhaenyra could feel the warmth of the moment, a tacit confirmation of the recognition and appreciation her father held for Jacaerys. Each word from Viserys seemed to be accompanied by a subtle smile, and Rhaenyra felt her heart swell with happiness witnessing the scene.

The conversation about the name day approaching and Jacaerys’s training for his first flight was a reflection of the royal family’s commitment to the tradition of dragons.

— I will do my best, Your Majesty. Aegon said he will teach me all the tricks he learned in the air, and Daeron has been training hard with me alongside Tessarion. — said the eager lad. — So, I promise not to disappoint.

Aegon seemed to be listening intently to the conversation between his father, King Viserys, and Jacaerys, his nephew. The small hall was filled with soft murmurs and the occasional clinking of cutlery, but his thoughts were centered on the interaction before him.

When Jacaerys mentioned that Aegon had said he would give him some tips, Viserys’s gaze swept the room, searching for Aegon’s face. Vhaelys, observing closely, noticed a look of interest and expectation on the king’s face. There was a mixture of curiosity and approval in his eyes, as if Viserys saw it as a positive gesture from Aegon towards family harmony.

Aegon, for his part, felt the eyes upon him, especially that of King Viserys, and even though his expression was hard to decipher, it was evident he was aware of the importance of the moment.

— If my words can be of any help to Jace, I would be happy to share my modest experience. After all, we must keep the family tradition alive, mustn't we, Father? — he said, raising his goblet.

— Aegon, my son, it is always admirable to see the family supporting each other and sharing knowledge. The tradition and legacy of the Targaryens are a responsibility we must honor. I am confident that both of you will live up to our house’s name. — Viserys smiled, acknowledging Aegon’s gesture. — Your first flight and Daeron’s were a spectacle. But now, it is Jace’s turn, so savor every moment, my lad. — Viserys looked at Jacaerys. — These memories will be treasures throughout your life.

Rhaella

The small hall was abuzz as Princess Rhaella, accompanied by Ser Laenor, entered the room. Her violet eyes shone, hiding her nervousness, as she walked gracefully toward her seat, situated between Vhaelys and Lucerys. She leaned slightly toward her sister, her soft whisper seeking privacy but laden with complicity.

— Sorry for the delay, sister. I lost track of time while training with the bow on the cliffs.

The princess's expression carried a mix of apology and anxiety, her eyes reflecting the awareness of the delay that might have caused inconvenience. Her lips, usually curved in carefree smiles, now held a softer line, denoting sincerity in her words.

Rhaella’s gestures as she sat down showed a conscious effort not to draw unnecessary attention to her tardiness. The way she held herself, with her hands delicately folded in her lap, was an attempt to compose herself in front of the family, indicating that she acknowledged the importance of being punctual.

In her heart, Rhaella felt the responsibility to represent the family properly, especially in front of the queen, and she felt terrible when she failed.

Vhaelys smiled at her sister, understanding Rhaella’s passion for her favorite activities.

— Don’t worry, Rhae. I was starting to get worried. Did Father help you? — she tilted her head, indicating her sister’s hair.

— He helped me get ready. He even did a different braid for me. — She smiled. — You know, I can’t do that properly myself.

— It looks nice; I like the choice of the dress. And about the training on the cliffs, be careful. You don’t want a new scratch on our brother’s name day.

— It seems your advice came too late...— Rhaella averted her gaze for a moment, subtly pointing to her forehead, where a small bruise rested discreetly. Her expression was a mix of mischief and lightness, as if sharing a secret just between them. — But don’t worry, it’s just a scratch. You know how clumsy I can be sometimes. I just hope Mother doesn’t notice.

Vhaelys’s eyes widened in surprise.

Rhaella winked, conveying to her sister that the situation was not as serious as it might seem.

Vhaelys leaned toward Rhaella, her curious eyes seeking more details about her sister’s little mishap.

— How did you treat that scratch? — she asked with noticeable concern. — We need to make sure Mother doesn’t find out, right?

Rhaella let out a muffled laugh.

— Father helped me take care of it. It was just a scare, and it looks much better now. — Rhaella smiled, acknowledging her father’s effort to reassure her.

Her sister looked at her with a mix of relief and affection in her eyes.

— You scared me! Luckily, Father was there to take care of you. — She offered a comforting smile to Rhaella. — But seriously, you need to be more careful. Mother will be upset if she finds out you’re taking such risks.

— I know, I know. I promise I’ll be more careful next time. I didn’t mean to worry anyone. And you, how was your morning?

— What are you two whispering about? It sounds like you’re plotting something.

Observing Lucerys, she couldn’t help but feel a mix of pride and tenderness. Lucerys, the youngest brother, was an endearing child. His curious eyes sparkled with innocence and an unwavering curiosity. It was evident that he looked up to his older sisters with admiration, a blend of respect and a desire to be part of the wider circle of conversation and confidences.

Rhaella noticed the innate innocence and gentleness in Lucerys, and he warmed her heart every time.

The two sisters smiled at their younger brother.

— Nothing much, Luke. We were just talking about my "little incident" this morning. It’s nothing serious.

Lucerys frowned, worried.

— Did you hurt yourself again, Rhae? Be careful...

Rhaella laughed and gave her brother's hand a gentle pat.

— It’s fine, Luke. It was just a scratch. Besides, Father took care of it for me. I’m perfectly safe now — She placed a finger on her lips and spoke. — But don’t tell Mother.

Lucerys smiled and nodded.

— Alright, I won’t tell...

— Won’t tell what?

Jacaerys didn’t waste time asking, with a look of amusement in his eyes. But Rhaella recognized that beneath it, there was a mix of affection and responsibility, as if he was used to being protective.

Lucerys smiled at Rhaella with complicity, as if to assure her that their little secret was safe. She couldn’t help but smile back.

— Don’t worry, Rhae. I know how to keep a secret, okay?

— I know, Luke.

— Is it some conspiracy I should know about, or is our sister just plotting her next escape?

Vhaelys rolled her eyes and smiled, and Rhaella made a face at her older brother.

— It’s none of your business...

Jacaerys raised his eyebrows as if pretending to be surprised.

— I’m feeling left out, a secret just between you two...

Vhaelys sighed.

— It’s nothing like that, Jace. Rhae just had a little mishap this morning, and Luke promised not to tell Mother.

— Mishap? — He frowned — Did you hurt yourself again?

— It’s nothing serious, Jace. And Father has already helped me; it was just a scratch.

The conversation was interrupted when the powerful voice of their grandfather, King Viserys, echoed in the small hall. He turned his attention to Jacaerys, a proud smile lighting up his aged face.

However, Rhaella’s gaze was drawn to Aemond, her uncle. She noticed the shadow of discomfort on his face, as Aemond still did not have a dragon of his own. She always thought this was a trivial concern; she liked Aemond for who he was, not for the dragon he rode.

His platinum-blond hair fell in soft waves that nearly reached his shoulders. His violet eyes were intense and expressive. Rhaella saw in them a fascinating mix of strength and insecurity.

That morning, Aemond wore finely woven dark-toned garments that accentuated the paleness of his skin. Silver details embroidered on the edges added a touch of nobility. Dark trousers and leather boots completed the ensemble, highlighting his posture.

Aemond averted his gaze, avoiding the evident pride of King Viserys regarding his siblings and their future flights. Rhaella felt a pang of sympathy for him. She knew Aemond had his own insecurities, but that didn’t diminish her esteem for him. She especially enjoyed the times when Aemond read to her.

With perceptive eyes, Rhaella tried to discreetly get Aemond’s attention. She cast soft and reassuring glances, trying to convey a silent message of support. Her gestures were subtle, like offering an encouraging smile. She wanted Aemond to know that, in her eyes, the absence of a dragon did not lessen his worth.

He was someone she could share secrets and dreams with. A friend. She longed for the moment when Aemond would realize that, whether or not he had a dragon, his presence and affection were invaluable to her.

Aemond’s subtle glances and gestures did not seem to have gone unnoticed by him. When their eyes met, he responded with a shy smile, silently thanking her for the understanding she offered.

As King Viserys continued to speak, praising the feats of his children, Aemond’s eyes met Rhaella’s from time to time, as if seeking solace in her comforting expression.

She subtly tilted her head, discreetly exposing the bruise on her forehead to him. Her eyes conveyed a mix of amusement and complicity, as if sharing a light secret. Aemond, noticing the gesture, responded with a frown as if concerned.

But her smile seemed to have calmed him, as soon after he rolled his eyes, and the hint of a smile appeared on his lips.

The subtle exchange between the two went unnoticed by some, but it did not stop Queen Alicent from casting a watchful glance at the young princess. Each time their eyes met, a sense of judgment hung in the air. The queen was a commanding presence, with eyes that seemed to probe deeper than just the surface.

— Rhaella, my dear, how have your lessons with Septa Noelle been? I hope you are diligently applying yourself to the teachings and learning the virtues that are so important for a princess — There was something in that look that transcended words, a silent communication laden with judgment and expectations.

Rhaella, between bites of finely prepared food, raised her eyes to the queen. Even in her youth, the princess was not naïve. She sensed that Queen Alicent was observing her closely, evaluating her actions and words.

— The lessons are going well, Your Majesty. Septa Noelle is kind and patient. I’ve learned a lot about the history of the Seven Kingdoms and the virtues that the gods value. Courtesy, patience, and composure are values I’ve been striving to incorporate into my daily conduct.

Rhaella, in turn, tried to remain dignified and gracefully aloof to the perceived pressure. Yet, the persistent sensation of being under constant scrutiny did not escape her sensitive perception.

Queen Alicent seemed satisfied with the response but did not delay in moving on to another matter.

— With the princes' Name Day celebrations approaching, I hope you are prepared to represent the family with grace and elegance. You will have the opportunity to showcase your skills and knowledge before the gathered nobles; I wish for you to stand out.

Rhaella felt her stomach tighten with a mix of anxiety and nervousness, as if she already knew what was coming. Her hands tightened on the fabric of her dress, and she felt Vhaelys's hand gripping hers under the table.

— Certainly, Your Majesty. I would be happy to contribute to the celebrations — The young princess tried to mask her unease with a polite smile, responding to the queen with courtesy. — How can I be of service during these events?

The queen smiled with satisfaction, a sharp glint reflecting in her eyes.

— Excellent, my dear. Besides your skills as a lady, I would like to request something special from you. During one of the celebratory dinners, it would be charming if you could grace us with a melody. A demonstration of your artistic talents would be greatly appreciated by everyone.

Inside, however, Rhaella worried about the expectation of performing before the court and guests. Septa Noelle, her music instructor, was well aware of her limitations with the harp. The princess feared that her lack of skill might expose her weaknesses before everyone.

Vhaelys, noticing her sister's discomfort, tried to intervene delicately.

— My Queen, Rhaella, as you know, gets a bit nervous before an audience. Perhaps this is not the ideal moment for her to perform.

Queen Alicent listened attentively to Vhaelys's words, but her determination remained unwavering.

— Vhaelys, both you and Helaena have had the opportunity to delight the court with your music. Now it’s Rhaella’s turn to shine. Each of you has your own gifts, and it’s important that they are appreciated by everyone during the celebrations.

The sisters' hands clasped each other as a sign of their camaraderie.

Princess Rhaenyra observed the scene with a serious expression, while Queen Alicent maintained her firm stance regarding Rhaella’s participation. When the opportunity arose, Rhaenyra spoke, her voice sounding firm and determined.

— My Queen, I understand the importance of sharing our talents, but perhaps there are other ways Rhaella could contribute to the occasion. She could be an exemplary reader at a ceremony, or perhaps enjoy dancing. These options would allow her to participate without insecurity.

— Music plays a special role in these celebrations, Princess. And believe me, everyone will be delighted to witness Rhaella’s talent. Besides, both Helaena and Vhaelys have performed before.

King Viserys, observing the interaction between his wife and daughter, decided to intervene.

— Rhaenyra is right about young Rhaella’s comfort, Alicent. Our children are talented in various ways. Rhaella can shine in other areas besides music. Perhaps she could enchant us with a reading or a graceful dance during the celebrations.

Feeling anxious and nervous about the prospect of playing the harp before the entire court and guests during the Princes' Name Day celebrations, Rhaella sought a solution to navigate the situation. She knew her harp skills were not as refined as Queen Alicent expected.

Septa Noelle fully understood the princess’s musical limitations and therefore tried to encourage Rhaella to find other ways to express her talent. However, with the pressure to participate in established traditions, the princess felt cornered.

Rhaella, however, had a secret. She used to sneak away from the Red Keep to explore King’s Landing, where she would find troupes of performers and be enchanted by various forms of artistic expression.

Rhaella’s talent with the harp might be lacking, but she had another secret, shared only with groups of entertainers that docked in King’s Landing to perform. In moments of relaxation, away from the court's critical gaze, the princess found comfort and joy among street performers.

With this secret in mind, Rhaella saw an opportunity to surprise everyone. She would accept Queen Alicent’s challenge, but not with the harp.

Thus, while anxiety persisted, a spark of confidence grew within Rhaella. The harp might be her weak point, but she had her secret weapon.

— Excuse me, Your Majesty... — she swallowed hard, but felt encouraged to continue when her grandfather looked at her with an affectionate smile. — If Princess Helaena and my sister Vhaelys can face the audience with their skills, I see no difference in facing the challenge with music. It is true that I prefer reading and dancing, but the Queen is right. Music plays a fundamental role in these celebrations, and I would have to face an audience anyway. So, if you could grant me this opportunity, I would prefer to face the challenge, even if it is difficult for me. It would be a pleasure to contribute my music to the festivities. I am honored by your suggestion, my Queen.

The revelation caused a pause in the room, as everyone processed the unexpected change. Rhaella, feeling the pressure of the court’s watchful gaze, squeezed Vhaelys’s hand under the table when she noticed her sister’s shocked look. Her older sister quickly composed herself and smiled.

King Viserys, observing his granddaughter with proud eyes, broke the silence.

— If my granddaughter has a sincere desire to improve her musical skills, I see no reason to prevent her from pursuing it. You have my blessing to seek additional instruction in music if you wish. I want you to feel confident and comfortable during the celebrations.

Rhaella, relieved and grateful for her grandfather’s understanding, nodded in thanks, avoiding the questioning gaze of the queen and her mother.

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