It had been a restless fortnight on Dragonstone. The Princess of Dragonstone Rhaegella was Inside her chambers, a crash echoed against the carved black walls, her mind restless with a lunatic episode. A silver goblet lay dented upon the floor, wine bleeding across pale stone like spilled blood. The guards outside stiffened as another sound followed, laughter, thin and breathless.

Within, Rhaegella stood before the hearth. Candles had been pushed into strange clusters along the floor, their wax dripping in uneven circles. She turned sharply toward the shadows.

“They are whispering again… do you hear them? The walls know. The walls remember.”

One of the Kingsguard exchanged a look with the sworn sword beside him. Another thud, this time a chair overturned, followed by shattered glass.

“They want my children,” she murmured, backing toward the bed as though something unseen advanced upon her. “The white worm in the court… he coils and coils and coils. Please do not. I love them.”

Her breathing quickened. She pressed her hands to her temples.

“No, no, no, be still.”

The guards outside hesitated only a moment longer before one hurried down the corridor to fetch her husband. After a moment he entered her room gently to calm her. She spun around to look at him, doubting if he was real. "Is it you? Or are you an imposter sent by the trees?"