A Song of Stars and Dragons

All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.

The cold wind whispered through the ancient stone corridors of the Red Keep, where Arya silently traversed, her steps muffled by the weight of destiny hanging in the air. Slivers of moonlight pierced through narrow windows, casting fleeting patterns upon the worn tapestries that adorned the walls, their faded threads telling stories of forgotten heroes and lost legacies.

Each step brought new wonders or horrors depending on what lay beyond those doors... but no matter how many times they passed beneath them, each time felt like stepping deeper inside darkness…

Arya paused outside one such doorway, gazing upward toward some unseen point above her head until another whisper drifted across her skin. "In here…"

A shiver ran along her spine as something moved ever so slightly against the wall beside her - but it was nothing more than shadows cast off by candlelit chandeliers mounted high overhead. Arya's pulse quickened as she approached the chamber of the Grand Maester, its heavy wooden door looming before her.