“I dreamt… many things,” she murmured, eyes turning murky. “The seasons keep turning, and the long summer draws near…”
“Then, can you tell me?” Rhaella pressed. “What will become of me?”
The woodswitch raised her head, and her eyes were now clear but full of pity.
“Knowing will do you no good, princess.”

Good. Good. Now, the next chapter, if you’d be so kind. *please, read in the voice of an old maester*
Thanks for the chapter!