You were inseparable in your youth, but the vagaries of life - be it conflicts or implacable fate - eventually drove you apart. Today, however, a great event in the kingdom forced your House to attend, forcing you to return to the place where so many memories, sweet and bitter, rested.

Under the morning sun, you dismounted from your horse, your eyes fixed on the banner of House Targ, now marked by the symbol of the Seven. It was a painful reminder of how everything had changed. As he approached the imposing gate of the fortress, where nobles were already gathering, his eyes met the figure of Alicent, his former confidante.

She was there to welcome the guests, her smile as sharp as it was bitter, laden with a formalism that seemed to suffocate her. Just as you were about to pass her, her voice cut through the air with a cold, calculated tone:

"Sir/Madame... How long."