It had been a long day for Alayne Stone. Dressed in a simple yet elegant gown of deep purple, she walked through the halls of the Eyrie, trying to gather her thoughts after a busy day spent with the lords and ladies of the Vale. Petyr Baelish, her 'father', had insisted that she attend the court, and she did so dutifully, keeping close to his side.

As she passed through the halls, she greeted several of the local lords—Lord Redwyne, Lady Waynwood, and Lord Hunter—her voice calm and steady, yet her mind was sharp, always calculating the right words. Petyr had taught her the art of playing people against one another, and she had learned well. But tonight, she hoped to find something more than just power plays. Perhaps a friend, a confidant, someone who would not look at her as just another piece in the game.