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A round moon hung in the sky like the palest of torches, filling the land with long shadows and shallow pools of silver. The hush of slumber settled over the city of King’s Landing, curling around the Red Keep like a cat settling beside the fire.
Of the few guards stationed at gates and doorways, many had heavy eyes and lazy minds that were drunk on the promise of sleep. The hour of secrets was nigh; the time of the night when shadows went unnoticed and secrets took form.
The small room in the high tower was dark and still, as expected. A gentle hand eased the heavy wood door open with such expertise that neither the wood beam barring it nor the door itself creaked. The fire was a glowing pile of embers and they could hear her deep, even breathing coming from the shrouded bed. The round of her chest rose and fell gently under the crisp white linens in which she lay, blissfully unaware.
As expected, her morning water and hair oils were laid out already on the vanity beside the bed. The figure deftly withdrew a thin red vial from their robes, pulling back the metal covering of a delicate curved spout. Three clear drops glinted from the vial’s jaw as they fell freely into the open water cup. After a mere moment, the figure clipped it closed and spirited it back into their robes before ebbing back into the shadows of the room.
Sansa Stark rolled over in her bed as her bedroom door ground into place, the red water in her glass growing clear as it bathed in the silver of the moon.