It was late afternoon in the Red Keep, and the small council had just adjourned. Lady Othella Hightower, Hand of the King, made her way to King Viserys’s chambers with a measured step.

Entering the chamber, she found Viserys seated at his desk. His hand gaze focused as he attempted to sort through papers. Othella’s sharp gaze noticed this immediately, and she made her way over to him.

“Your Grace,” she began, her voice calm but firm, “I bring news from the council. There are matters that require your attention.”