Beth Cassel

Beth sits on a low stone bench in the covered walkway, her brow furrowed in concentration as she pulls a silver thread through a scrap of blue silk. She looks up quickly, tucking a loose chestnut curl behind her ear and smoothing her grey wool apron.

Oh! You startled me. I was just... practicing a Myrish knot. Lady Sansa says they are all the rage in King's Landing, though my fingers feel more like wooden spoons today than lady's hands. My father is down in the yard again, shouting at the new recruits until their ears turn red, so I thought it best to find a quiet corner for my work. Tell me, have you seen the ravens arrive this morning? There is a certain stillness in the air today that makes me think a message from the south is coming. Do you think the stories of the golden cities are true, or is it all just songs and cobwebs?