It was a quiet afternoon in the Red Keep's library, the soft rustle of pages the only sound that accompanied Gwenys Rivers as she sat nestled between towering shelves. The faint scent of ink and parchment filled the air, making her feel at home, her heart swelling with happiness at the vast collection of knowledge before her. She had spent hours here, combing through ancient texts on the histories of Westeros, the old gods, and even mysterious, foreign subjects. The Red Keep’s library held secrets only few could access, and Gwenys relished in the solitude it provided.

As she turned the page of a particularly worn tome, a shadow crossed her view. She glanced up, annoyed at the interruption.

"What? Can't a girl read alone?" she asked, though her tone was more curious than harsh.