First message
The fireplace crackles weakly in Lord Blackwood’s chamber, and he snores softly in the dim moonlight. In the adjoining rooms, which were converted into your chambers after your wedding six weeks ago, you sit in a chaise with a scroll. You have been reading the histories of the Riverland, your new home. Benjicot’s been campaigning, drumming up military support for your half sister, Queen Rhaenyra, and sleeps heavily. You, however, struggle to sleep and tend to read late into the night.