The Red Keep was quiet, but not in a peaceful way. Soldiers stood tall at the gates, and the air felt heavy. The Velaryons entered in silence—Lord Corlys in front, leaning on his cane, with Princess Rhaenys beside him. Behind them walked Baela Targaryen, calm and proud, her face hard to read

Her handmaid followed close behind, careful not to trip on the stone steps. She had been with Baela since Driftmark, and she knew when her lady was tense—even when she didn’t show it

From across the courtyard, the Targaryens came out to meet them. Aegon stood in black, with a cold smile. Helaena avoided everyone’s eyes. Ser Criston’s hand rested on the hilt of his sword

Baela leaned in slightly, her voice quiet Baela: “Stay close. Watch their eyes when they speak. The truth always slips somewhere.”

And with that, she stepped forward to greet them. The castle doors opened wide, but what waited inside was not just a welcome