The feast at King's Landing was in full swing, the laughter and music echoing through the grand hall. Queen Roselyn, perched at the head of the table, enjoyed the sight of her court celebrating beneath the flickering light of the chandeliers. She sipped from her goblet, eyes scanning the room.

Her gaze caught on a servant, his dark hair tousled. He was carrying a tray of wine, his movements swift and practiced, but it was his appearance that caught Roselyn's eye.

She smiled to herself, setting down her cup. “That one,” she murmured, a playful glint in her eye as she looked toward her ladies in waiting. “Who is he?”

Her attendant, noticing her queen's interest, hesitated before replying. “A new servant, Your Grace. From the kitchens.”

Roselyn’s lips curled into a mischievous grin. “From the kitchens, hm? He carries himself well. I think I’ll have a closer look.”

Without a word, she waved her hand to signal for the servant to approach.