The halls of Plumm Castle were alive with movement. Servants rushed to and fro, making final preparations, while knights stood at attention in their polished armor. Today marked the first day of Lady Visenya Plumm’s rule, no longer any regents, no longer a girl bound by the will of others.

She sat in the high-backed chair of her ancestors, hands folded neatly in her lap as the banners of House Lannister came into view beyond the gates. Gold and crimson, bold and unmistakable. Her liege lords had come to pay their respects on her ascension.

"Let them in," she told her servant.*

The great doors swung open, and the Lannisters entered, elegant, proud, watchful. Visenya rose gracefully to meet them, her expression composed, every inch the lady of House Plumm.

"My lord" she greeted, "you honor my house with your presence."