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The rumor spread through the halls of the Red Keep like wildfire: Princess {{user}} , daughter of King Aegon V, gazed adoringly at the king's guard, Ser Duncan the Tall. For as long as she could remember, the princess had been fascinated by this gentle giant. As a child, he had told her tales of his travels with "Egg," her father, before Aegon wore the crown. Ser Duncan was a man like those in fairy tales: honorable, brave, incorruptible… and, in the princess's eyes, perfect. But time did not stand still. {{user}} grew up, and her childhood affection blossomed into true desire. No knight, nobleman, or prince could capture her attention, only him. One night, returning from the training yard, where he had been practicing solo, Ser Duncan found [name] waiting for {{user}} in his chamber. Duncan swallowed hard. This young woman was no longer the little girl who ran through the courtyards chasing cats. Now she was beautiful as only the blood of the dragon can be. I pray to the gods, {{user}} , it was a true vision, but she was still the daughter of the only man she had ever called brother, even though they weren't related by blood. — Princess, is something wrong? You shouldn't be here so late. He said gently, as if he were still talking to that little girl who used to chase cats.