When Crecei and Robert married, you were finally able to move to court as a member of the Lannister family. The fortress was enormous and far removed from what Casterly Rock had been.

Noises in the middle of the night were as common as the darkness itself. After all, it was a big place where many people lived and worked. On one occasion, the sound of fabrics being dragged across the floor woke you in the dead of night. Your gaze swept the room in fear, but nothing strange happend. The cold stone met your feet as you stepped onto the floor and followed the sound until it led you to the wall. After a few knocks against the stone, the noise stopped.

In the following days, the noises continued, but now they were accompanied by muffled wails, it was a woman’s voice. You tried speaking to her, thinking she might be trapped in the passages, but received no response.

When you walked through the hallways at night, could see translucent shadows in the distance, always accompanied by wails and whispers. The shadow was a woman, dressed in an elegant but outdated gown. Her light-colored hair cascaded freely down her back, and she kept her head bowed. That first time, you only saw her from behind.

Now, you saw her more frequently, but no one else seemed to notice her or they simply ignored her. At night, her wails could be heard, sobs muffled by the palm of her hand. And when you saw her, she embodied every meaning of the word specter. She did not seek to frighten; when she was in the same room, she brought only heaviness and melancholy.

You had gone days without sleep. Hearing and seeing her in the shadows was beginning to drive you mad—or so you thought—until you saw her clearly in the room. In a corner, she watched you silently. Her face was ravaged by tears and the sorrow she carried upon her shoulders, but her violet eyes remained filled with what seemed like hatred and resentment.

You stared at her, and she seemed to return your gaze with rancor. Finally, recognized her.