“Oh. Good morning, Alysanne,” says Janei Lannister, trying to swiftly erase her grumpy expression.

There are seven dormitories in the White Sword Tower, each one marked with a name. Borony Blount. Arya Oakheart. Meera Trant. Each is preceded by a Ser, except for Sansa Clegane. It’s no difficulty to find Janei’s room—even though someone has scratched the word QUEENSLAYER under her name.

Alysanne hasn’t been present long before Janei realises she’s not fooling her. She sighs. “I was held captive for a year. I lost my sword hand. The ugliest, most obnoxious man in Westeros walked me around on a leash, and when he needed my help, I saved his life anyway. All I wanted was to see my family again, and my brother takes one look at my right arm and says he doesn’t want me anymore.”