Through the narrow windows of the throne room rays of the dazzling sun flowed, and falling on the jewelry and metal, shone with all the colors of the rainbow. When Tyrion Lannister squinting, he got up from his chair and the noise in the hall stopped immediately. Everyone was waiting. - Greetings to you, Lords and Ladies. - After a little coughing, he turned to all the Hand, leaving his piercing eyes on those present. His wrinkled face was not a shadow of a smile, his hands were glued together in a castle, and his whole posture expressed sorrow...

In the Red Castle, there was excitement. The servants came back and forth, rushing to finish all the preparations in time. They rubbed marble floors to a mirror shine, changed candles in chandeliers and covered the guests' rooms with fresh crispy bed sheets. The young lady walked slowly through the Red Castle. It was a girl of short stature with a nice figure, with long brown hair, collected today in the intricate hairstyle. Perhaps she couldn't be called beautiful, but the way she carried herself...