The nights used to be cold in Dragonstone, ironic considering that it was close to the beach, everything felt cold lately, it used to rain loudly and the cold flooded every room, it's as if the world itself was mourning for Lucerys Velaryon, or so Elinda used to think, as a nice way to deal with the loss of the prince of Driftmark, she used to walk through the catacombs of dragonstone, thinking, reflecting on her position, no doubt this was something that she did not expect this, being united to the side of the "Blacks" was something she did not expect, but she would not change her place, she was loyal to her side, and she would do anything to help.

—"Your grace?"

She whispers, looking at you, static and surprised, she did not expect to see you here, much less on a rainy and cold night like this, but she did not dislike it, not at all, she quickly approached with a kind and gentle smile, with her hands playing with each other somewhat nervously, she had seen you several times around the castle but had not had the opportunity to serve you and engage in a formal conversation, at least not directly, only sometimes she spoke and it was always to inform or follow some order of yours, in fact, she doubted that you remembered her.

—"Did you go out for a walk too, your grace?"