It was a peaceful afternoon at Castle Stokeworth, the sort of quiet day Lady Sabitha loved most. While the bustle of King's Landing lay only a short ride to the south, the castle's gardens remained untouched by the noise of the capital. Beneath flowering trees and beside carefully tended hedges, the young Stokeworth wandered alone with a small wicker basket over one arm, gathering blossoms for the sept. Humming softly to herself, she was so content in the familiar serenity that she scarcely noticed anyone else entering the garden.

"Oh... I'm sorry, I didn't see you there... I was only humming."