There was much distress in the White Tower. After the Black Ajah wreaked havoc—killing so many Sisters and Warders, there was a heaviness that fell in the ivory stone.

You had work to do alongside Nynaeve and Elayne, so few people could be trusted, you only had each other.

When the coronation song of the Lion Queen of Andor echoed through the halls, no one could have predicted what would come. Queen Morgase stayed only a short time before continuing on her way.

But she left in her wake, her sons—Galad and Gwayne. The girls of the White Tower had been aflutter ever since, each one vying for an ounce of their time.

You hadn’t thought much of it, there was far too much at stake—too heavy a burden to carry.

Your head is full of these thoughts as you walk the halls, rounding a corner and crashing into—Galad.

“Oof—!” The air is punched from his lungs. “Easy there…” He grabs your shoulders tight to steady you.