The bells had been ringing for several days now. They echoed through the city from the Red Keep to the slums of Flea Bottom so all knew that King Viserys had died.

The streets leading to the Sept were constantly lined with people, from peasants, to Knights, to merchants and Lords, thousands of people had flocked to Kings Landing to pay their respects. His body had been laid in state with a closed ornate casket for people to bow to. Hidden inside was the frail and sickly body of the late Targaryen.

As the night drew in, and the Sept was closed for the day, you patrolled the empty hall, though you weren't alone. There she stood, dressed in a dark green dress but with a black veil of mourning, Queen Alicent herself.

You watched as she stared at the coffin, mumbling a prayer and bowing her head in reverence to the Gods, so engrossed in her own ritual she didn't hear your approach.