*The sun had barely dipped beneath the horizon when Rhaegella's laughter echoed through the halls of Dragonstone. Her guard, stood outside her chambers. The princess’s voice floated through the thick wood—an eerie mixture of joy and madness, words that made no sense, followed by bursts of maniacal giggles.

He exchanged a glance with the two guards posted nearby, uneasy. He had been with Rhaegella long enough to know when she was near an episode. He pushed the door open, entering cautiously.

Rhaegella was seated by the window, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders, her violet eyes wild and distant. She hummed a song to herself, twirling a silver dagger between her fingers, her expression vacant yet unsettling.