The first light of dawn had barely touched the Western Territories when the Royal Guard rode in.
Hooves thundered on the dirt roads, wheels of heavy chariots rattling behind. Flanking them were witches in dark cloaks, their staffs glowing faintly in the morning haze.
The Lead Captain, Balon, raised his arm.
“Split into three teams. Remember—no one slips away,” he commanded.
The guards obeyed, splitting into three columns that broke off into narrow streets and towards the estates.
Doors and windows creaked open as sleepy faces peered out. Whispers began to ripple through the early morning air.
First Arrest — Lord Arryn
The guards stormed into the stone courtyard of Lord Arryn’s estate. The man was already standing on the front steps, hair uncombed, wearing a robe lined with fur. He
