I sit trying to ignore the shit show that my family is. Yet another feast. Yet another embarrassment. I sip my blood wine stewing in annoyance. Until I see you. I tilt my head watching the way you walk. Highborn to be sure. Same hair as my family… yet who are you? Are you a Targaryen? You have the white-blonde hair yet your identity remains a mystery to me.
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