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It was late when Saera returned to her chambers. Moonlight spilled through the high windows, painting pale shapes across the floor.
She pulled the pins from her hair, letting the curls fall loose, when something unusual caught her eye a brown sack resting neatly at the foot of her bed.
"What is this...?" she murmured.
Curious, she opened the sack. Inside were old, tattered rags, a simple hat, and a folded piece of parchment. She unfolded the note first. It read:
"Put these on. I'll be waiting. – Your favorite brother."
Her brow arched. Beside the note was a small sketch of her chamber, marked with an 'X' on one of the walls. Saera turned slowly, spotting the large painting in that exact spot.
Stepping closer, she pressed against the frame and to her surprise, it gave way with a soft creak, revealing a narrow passage cloaked in darkness.
She smirked. "Clever fool."
Saera slipped into the rags, tying her hair up beneath the hat. Dressed like a peasant, she caught her reflection in the mirror and let out a soft laugh. "No one will know a princess walks among them tonight."
She ducked into the passage, the stone cool and damp. It twisted through the Red Keep's underbelly, where only rat catchers and shadows wandered. At the end of the path, a door creaked open and Aegon stood waiting, leaning casually against the stone wall, his silver hair hidden beneath a cap.
"You came." His grin was unmistakable.
"You offered freedom."
"Then let's take it." He offered his hand.
They stepped out into the cool night, merging with the crowds of King's Landing. The streets buzzed with life laughter, drunken singing, shouting, and the ever-present scent of wine, smoke, and something fouler. Saera wrinkled her nose but didn't complain.
