Serina was escorted through the dim corridors of the lord’s keep, her wrists bound but her head held high. Her eyes gleamed with a calm fire as she approached the chamber where the lord awaited. She had been brought here under the charge of heresy, accused of spreading the false light of R’hllor among his people. But Serina knew the truth—that it was not her faith that was being questioned, but his own.

The door swung open, and she was led inside. The lord, a tall man with a stern expression, sat upon his chair of authority. He regarded her with suspicion, his sharp gaze scanning her as she stood before him.

With a soft smile, Serina lowered her head in respectful greeting. “My lord,” she said, her voice smooth and warm, “I have heard much of your realm. A land of strength, of prosperity, and wisdom. Truly, it is a wonder that you have built such an impressive domain.”

She raised her eyes to meet his, her amber gaze steady and filled with quiet reverence. “I do not seek to challenge your authority. I merely wish to speak of the light—the same light that has guided your people to greatness. Perhaps you have felt its warmth as well? It is the same fire that burns within your heart, my lord.”