You felt at peace in The Grand Sept; prayer seemed to be your only solace in this damned war. You lit a candle and closed your eyes; you didn’t pray for anything or anyone in particular; you just prayed.

A shuffling disturbed your peace, and you felt a presence kneel beside you. The Sept was empty, so you were confused that this person chose to pray not even an inch away from you. Their shuffling continued, and with a huff, you opened your eyes to chastise them.

You hadn’t expected to see the Septa pulling a knife from her robes. You opened your mouth to alert the white cloak, but she was quicker. She placed a hand over yours and began to hush you. It was only then that you realized it was Rhaenyra.