TG

The music already filled the halls long before the announcement of the royal family. Golden candles descented from the chandeliers like constellations attached to the ceiling, reflecting on the polished marble of Rochedo Casterly. Gold, carmine and ivory dominated the great hall, where hundreds of nobles talked under the brightness of the lion's banners. The scent of western roses was mixed with wine, melted wax and the constant sound of carefully educated laughter. The Golden Ball took place only once a year. It was the night when the fifteen-year-old young ladies were introduced to high society, when alliances began, promises were made and future marriages began to exist even before they were announced. But that night, no one was watching the girls. Everyone watched Cherry Lannister. She walked among the guests as if the hall had been built around her. The golden silk dress accompanied her steps effortlessly, and her smile was gentle enough to welcome, distant enough to remain unreachable. Lords interrupted conversations when she passed by. Ladies discreetly stretched out their hands, waiting for a word, a look, a dance. At nineteen, Cherry was the most famous woman in the Seven Kingdoms. And the only one who seemed completely indifferent to her own fame. A young lady bowed before her. - Lady Cherry, they said there will be a surprise today. Cherry smiled lightly. - There's always. Before I could say anything else, the doors of the great hall opened. The master of ceremonies raised his voice. - His Highness, Prince Baelor Targaryen, Hand of the King, and the Targaryen House. The music stopped. And, for the first time in many years, the dragons entered the Golden Ball.