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Sacrifice
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✯Serena's Pov ✯
Year 133 A.C
Westeros
Red Keep, King's Landing
Serena stepped away from the balcony and returned to the lively chaos of the ballroom, the music, the chatter, the constant swirl of movement.
She made her way back to the pillar where her family had been gathered before. Elyas and his fiancée had already returned after several dances and were visibly exhausted.
"Tired of dancing already?" Serena teased her brother, who offered her a faint, amused smile, as did Emylia.
"Of course. The dances we've had weren't exactly gentle until just a short while ago." Elyas replied, giving his sister a playful nudge with his elbow. "Where did you disappear to?" He asked, a hint of curiosity and concern in his voice.
"I just stepped out onto the balcony for some air. Needed a break from all this noise too." Serena answered lightly.
Her older brother nodded in understanding, and Serena glanced around the crowded hall.
She spotted Sissi and Prince Darian still dancing together, lost in conversation as they spun across the floor.
Sylara, meanwhile, looked utterly enchanted, her gaze fixed on the Prince of Dorne. It was almost amusing, how clearly smitten she already seemed.
Serena sighed, a small smile touching her lips.
"Has Father returned yet?" She asked, scanning the room for him.
Emylia tilted her head, gesturing behind Serena. There, their father stood locked in conversation with Cassian, now surrounded by a different group of lords.
Serena chuckled at the sight, it seemed Father's plan to to save his counselor's had failed.
"Looks like we've lost Father for the rest of the evening." She remarked, turning back to Elyas, whose face had already lit up with an amused grin. "Don't laugh. In a few years, that'll be you, Lord Elyas."
His grin vanished into a mock expression of dramatic displeasure.
"I'm going to fetch us something to drink. Do you wan-" Emylia began, but her words were drowned out as the great doors of the ballroom suddenly opened.
The music faltered, and a hush rippled through the crowd as attention shifted toward the entrance.
A narrow corridor of space opened in the middle of the room as dancers stepped aside, curiosity pulling everyone toward the commotion.
Serena, too short to see what was happening, craned her neck in vain as people pressed in ahead of them.
"Elyas, can you see anything?" She asked, glancing up at her taller brother.
"Not much... Two women, I think. They have silver hair... Targaryen hair. But I can only catch glimpses of them." He answered, moving his head slightly to improve his view.
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