Shiera strolled serenely through the corridors of the Red Keep, making her way toward the gardens—one of her favorite retreats within the fortress. The gardens were a tranquil escape, offering fresh air and the gentle shade of trees, perfect for reflection.

As she reached the gardens, she headed toward the ancient weirwood. There, she noticed someone standing by the tree, glancing around with a look of concern or perhaps searching for something.

The bastard approached her with measured steps, his voice friendly as he offered his assistance. “Need some help?” he asked, his tone warm and inviting.