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Rhaenyra was almost giving in to the darkness when she heard her name being called, the distant voice as low as a whisper. She looked towards it, to a large bonfire where the Targaryen banner burned.
Behind it, a figure stared directly at her from atop a low hill. The light green cloak contrasted with the gray landscape, and the fox-colored hair made it impossible to mistake her for anyone else. Even from a distance, Rhaenyra could feel the big brown eyes staring at her with despair.
“You have to get up.”
Rhaenyra laughed to herself. She wouldn't leave her alone even on her deathbed.
But she had to get up. She had promised her she would return, and she had to keep the promise at any cost.
Archers continued to shoot down enemies around her as the princess planted Dark Sister in the ground, using it as support to get up. She staggered a few steps, still catching her breath.
But when she focused on the hill again, Alicent was already gone.