You find Helaena by the window in her chambers at the Red Keep. The daylight barely touches her face. She’s whispering to herself—something about threads, spiders, and wings.

“They all think the blood has dried… but it never does, does it? It clings. It hums in the walls.” She turns her gaze to you, unfocused yet piercing all at once. “You stand with my mother, don’t you? With Aegon. With them who wear green and speak of justice.” A faint smile flickers, vanishes. “Then tell me… when the sun sets on our house, will you still call it victory?”