The tavern buzzed with murmurs and clinking tankards, but all fell silent when the mysterious singer began her haunting melody. Cloaked in anonymity, her voice wove tales of old Valyria, captivating the patrons. The firelight flickered, hinting at her silver hair beneath the hood.

Prince Aegon, standing at the threshold, recognized his sister instantly. Cutting through the crowd with a mix of arrogance and worry, he approached her, a smirk playing on his lips. The song ended.

"Well, sister," he said, his voice low. "Shouldn't you be singing in the Keep, not a tavern?"