"Beast. Tyrant. Merciless. They whisper these names behind my back. But when I say, I love you, it is not out of desire, nor out of denial. It is not for my sake at all. I love you for what you are, for what you do, for how you fight. I have witness...
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Selena stood still, the doors of Maegor’s chamber shutting behind him with the finality of a blade driven deep. Her lips quivered, though not with sadness, but something far more tangled.
Rage.
Disbelief.
And something dangerously close to heartbreak. He had agreed to let her stay in King’s Landing, but not out of affection. Only because of Jasmine their daughter. And only as his mistress.
A mistress. The word clanged like iron in her chest.
She, a daughter of the noble and storied House Dayne, reduced to a woman kept in shadow. She scoffed aloud, venom thick in her throat. “Did you ever love me?” she whispered to the emptiness, but the silence did not answer.
Her legs carried her forward, shuddering as though every step cost her more of her pride. Tears threatened but would not fall. She blinked, slowly, then moved toward the balcony.
The air was cooler now, brushed with salt and smoke and laughter.
She pushed open the lattice door and stepped into the night.
King’s Landing glistened like a jewel under a storm of red and green fireworks erupting across the dark sky. Torches lit every street and alleyway, their flames dancing in celebration.
From far below came the indistinct sounds of music and merriment, horns blaring, goblets clinking, voices raised in joy.
They were celebrating their new Queen.
Alicent Hightower.
Selena’s hands tightened on the balcony rail. Her knuckles paled.
“One day,” she said through clenched teeth, “they will celebrate me. One day, I will be their Queen. They will remember the name Selena Dayne.”
She sniffed hard and wiped her face. She would not let them see her break.
Turning back inside, she walked through the chambers without sparing a glance at the large, cold bed or the haunting portrait of Queen Mellario that hung across from it. Mellario's eyes, painted obsidian, followed her. Selena paused.
"Forgive me," she whispered, almost like a confession. A flicker of shame, guilt, and defiance passed over her face. Then she stepped through the threshold and left the room.
The landscape loomed, shifted like a dream giving way to daylight.
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