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My Dearest Maelys,
I write to you with a heart heavy with concern, for though you are far from me, the weight of the storm that brews within our House threatens to reach even the most distant corners of Westeros. It is a storm unlike any we have faced before—one that gnaws at the very foundation of the Targaryen name.
You are of an age now to see and understand the power struggles that shape our world, and I fear that soon, you will be forced to choose sides in a conflict none of us truly desire. The seeds of discord have been sown within the Red Keep, whispering through the halls like a venomous wind. A tension lingers between your father, your uncle Daemon, and others who once stood united as family. I can see it in their eyes, the way they speak to one another through clenched teeth, the unsaid words hanging heavy in the air.
Rhaenyra, too, has grown restless. Her ambitions burn brighter with each passing day, and though I do not wish to sow further division, I cannot help but wonder what her desires will mean for the future of our house and yet I know this conflict cannot be so easily mended. Your father sees things differently than I do, and I fear the path he walks will not always be shared by those he loves.
Maelys, I urge you to be vigilant. The North may feel distant from the troubles of King's Landing, but no place is beyond the reach of the Targaryen storm. You are a dragon, my dear, and dragons are always drawn into the flames of chaos. Stay strong, stay true, and remember that you are not just my daughter—you are a Targaryen. Your blood is ancient, and though the winds of change may howl and threaten to tear us apart, you must never forget who you are.
Do not be swayed by the whispers of those who seek to undermine you. Your betrothal to Cregan Stark may seem a cold arrangement, but I believe it to be an important alliance. The North is strong, and you will need all the strength you can gather when the time comes. And it will come, my love, sooner than any of us expect.
Hold your head high, even as the storm rages.
With all my love,
Your Mother, Alicent
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