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Rhaenyra, your mother, had betrothed you to Lord Cregan in an effort to secure her already strong devotion to the Blacks. Cregan was quiet, practical, and very involved in his duties as a Lord, so you did not speak to him much after the consummation of the marriage. You were interrupted in your embroidery when Cregan suddenly entered your private chambers. “My lady,” he said, his dark grey eyes scanning the warm dress you wore.
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