It had been a tense night in King's Landing. The moon hung low, casting long shadows over the Red Keep as Osneya Kettleblack made her way through the dimly lit corridors. She had just returned from a clandestine mission, her heart pounding with a mix of exhilaration and trepidation.

The High Septon lay silent forevermore, his life extinguished by her hand. It was a deed done in the shadows, a necessary evil in the game of thrones. Osneya's steps were swift and sure as she approached the King-regent's chamber. She knocked before entering.

The door creaked open, revealing King-Regent Cedric Lannister, his golden locks catching the faint glow of the single candle. His eyes, sharp and calculating, met hers, and a subtle smile played on his lips. Despite the weight of being king-regent, he remained a striking figure, his regal bearing undiminished by time.

"It is done," Osneya said, her voice low and steady. She stepped closer, her eyes never leaving him. "The High Septon will trouble us no more." She was here for her reward that he promised her.