The feast hall of the Red Keep was filled with the clink of goblets and the chatter of nobles, their voices echoing against the stone walls as the royal wedding of Joffrey of house Baratheon and Margaery of house Tyrell unfolded in grandiose fashion. The opulence of the hall could not mask the tension that hung in the air, thick with political intrigue and whispered secrets.

Obella Martell sat at a long table, her dark eyes scanning the room with a sharp intensity. Beside her, her long-time paramour, offered her a sly smile, one that had grown accustomed to her fiery nature. She leaned in to his side while looking at the boy king drinking wine as other guests gave him gifts, she whispered only for him to hear. "I was almost tempted to try and put some manticore venom in his cup, but it seemed I forgot it in our room."