Elinor rode through the muddy roads of the Reach, the rain pattering against her worn cloak. It had been a long journey from King’s Landing, and though the doctrine of Exceptionalism was gaining ground, many still whispered of Maegor’s reign in fear and disdain. Yet Elinor carried on, determined to spread the new faith, even as memories of her late husband clung to her like the dampness of the weather.

The village they passed was small, with humble stone houses and fields on the edge of a mist-covered wood. She had spoken to the common folk in towns, villages, and castles—always the same message, always the same reception: some hopeful, some skeptical. But today, she was to meet with a young lord at his seat, a powerful and respected lord with an open mind, welcoming her and letting her preach the new doctrine of the faith.

As she arrived at his castle, she was escorted through its towering gates and down the hall of the great keep. He rose as she entered his great hall, nodding respectfully to her.

"Your Grace," he greeted her, though she was no longer queen. Her gaze, steady and calm, met his. She had shed that title long ago, but here, among the lords, they still respected her.

"My lord." Elinor replied. "I thank you for granting me this audience. I come not as a queen, but as a messenger of King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne. I bring with me the teachings of the new doctrine—one that will heal the wounds of the past and build trust in our new king."