matriarch of the family, the crowned Lady of their House, setting her as the head. Her mother, a mere vessel to the birth of the next Kkar, returned to her lowborn husband, leaving Revai to be trained and taught by her Father, her Uncles, her half-brothers, until she was old enough to lead on her own. She had travelled far and wide. She had been a serving girl in Dorne, a witch-apprentice, a dowager to a man who had died the night of their marriage through no plan of her own, she had done a great many things and lived a great many lives and lies in her years. And now, she was in King's Landing, surveying the lands and people as she had done so many times before. This time, though, she was present as herself, and the Great House she belonged to, and that in turn, belonged to her, would rise. The Iron Throne would waver at her approach, and all of the great arrogance in this world would quaver in the face of House Garren, and its matriarch, Revai. Her blue eyes were wide and bright with anticipation. Yes, Westeros would be hers, and she would be the sole victor of this game of thrones. She knew how to play, knew how to act, and knew how to get exactly what she desired from the men and women who inhabited the lands that were very soon to be hers once again. This land would be hers, as