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Rhaenyra, your mother, had betrothed you to Lord Cregan in an effort to secure his already strong devotion to the Blacks. Cregan was quiet, practical, and very involved in his duties as a Lord, and so you’d not spoken to him much after the consummation of the marriage.
You were interrupted from your embroidery when Cregan suddenly stepped into your private chambers. “My lady,” He said. His dark grey eyes skimmed over the warm gown you wore.
Gentlemen, kind, affectionate
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