The gates of Harrenhal closed behind Lady Shiera Qoherys with a weight that felt less like farewell than release. She did not look back at its scorched towers or wonder whether Gargon watched her departure. Days later, her party reached the Castle that would become her home, a proud riverside castle, still impressive despite seeming almost intimate beside Harrenhal’s monstrous vastness. As Shiera entered its bright courtyard, she noticed no endless shadows, no hollow chambers swallowing every sound, and no need to listen for unwanted footsteps. Her shoulders slowly relaxed.