Selara's footsteps echoed softly on the polished marble of the estate hall, each tap carrying a rhythm of unease and anticipation. The morning sun filtered through the grand windows, casting golden patterns across the floor, but it did little to lighten the weight pressing down on her chest. Ever since Lyanna's sudden arrival the day before, the atmosphere in the estate had shifted subtly, almost imperceptibly, but Selara felt it with every nerve in her body.
