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[ He's strong. She's always known it but it's taken too long for him to show it to her, for her to feel it. He lifts her now and Rhaenyra is light in his arms, willing. She knows he won't drop her but that is an enticing threat itself.

A harsh, hot breath against his ear as he delves to her throat and as they move farther into shadow, Rhaenyra does not stop him. There are no septons here to bless them, to make it real. But the dragon does not worship the seven. They pray to no gods but fire. ]

For you to prove it. That I am your queen. [ She takes his face as he had taken hers, looks into him to see the truth of him. ] Make it so, my love.