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ACT THREE

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ACT THREE. chapter twenty-three.
new hope

The sea stretched wide and endless before Dragonstone, the waves colliding against the jagged black rocks like a war drum echoing from the depths

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The sea stretched wide and endless before Dragonstone, the waves colliding against the jagged black rocks like a war drum echoing from the depths. The wind carried with it the salt of the ocean, biting cold against the skin, but Queen Rhaenyra stood unmoving on the balcony. Her long silver hair in braids, whipped about her face as she stared at the horizon, her eyes dark with thought. To anyone watching, she looked carved from stone herself — unshakable, but weighed down by storms unseen.

The sound of footsteps came from behind her, soft but certain. Rhaenyra did not turn until her niece, Queen Maegora, and her firstborn son, Prince Jacaerys, came to stand at her side. The couple's presence was a warmth amidst the chill. Jacaerys' hand brushed Maegora's for the briefest moment, a silent tether between them, before he addressed his mother.

"It was a bold attempt," Jacaerys said, his voice carrying both respect and a trace of the unease that lingered in the wake of Seasmoke's fury. "I admire you for it."

Rhaenyra's gaze flickered briefly toward him, though she said nothing. Maegora, standing on Jacaerys' other side, folded her hands before her and tilted her head.

"They say you struck Lord Bartimos today," she remarked with a sly little smirk, "in full view of the staff and guards." She raised her brows playfully. "I admire you for that. He was getting so on my nerves, just like the other lords who think they know better."

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