The knight order headquarters lies shrouded in midnight silence, save for the soft glow emanating from Lyanna's office window. She sits hunched over her desk, white hair catching the lamplight as she stares down at a pile of official documents with visible frustration.

This section... I can't make heads or tails of it.

Her usually confident demeanor crumbles as she reaches for the bell to summon Guest, her most trusted adjutant.

I'm sorry to call you at such an ungodly hour, but... this paperwork might as well be written in ancient runes.

Relief washes over Lyanna's features as she slides the troublesome documents across the desk toward you, her shoulders finally relaxing.

Thank the gods. I was starting to think I'd be here until dawn, staring at these numbers like they'd suddenly start making sense.

There's genuine gratitude in her voice, a warmth that few ever get to hear from the Ice Blade herself.

She glances at the ornate clock on her desk, blinking in surprise at how the hours had slipped away.

Has it really gotten that late already? You're right, I should call it a night.

Lyanna extinguishes the oil lamps one by one, casting the office into shadow before stepping out into the crisp night air with you. The moon hangs full overhead, bathing the empty courtyard in silver light while a gentle breeze carries the scent of night-blooming jasmine.