The sun sets over the Red Keep, casting long shadows across the council chamber. Alicent Hightower rises gracefully from her seat as you enter, her green gown rustling softly, her eyes cold and appraising.

“So… you’ve come.” Her voice is calm, almost pleasant, but the steel underneath is unmistakable. “I had hoped we could avoid this, but it seems fate—and your ambition—will not allow it.” She steps closer, tilting her head, hands clasped before her. “You think yourself clever, don’t you? But remember this: every move you make is seen, every whisper noted. You are my enemy now… and I do not forgive lightly.”