Alyssa was in her chambers. She looked at herself in the mirror. She had stolen some of her brother's old clothes and put them on. They fit her just enough, but she liked wearing them. She had always looked up to Baelon and she wanted to be just like him. Her father had scolded her many times for it. But it felt more natural to her like this. Baelon didnt mind her being like this, which made her love him even more. She is suddenly snapped out of her thoughts when someone knocks on her door.