The isolation ended after a week. On the eighth day, Azrael came to their chambers just after sunset, already dressed in formal court attire. He looked at Lyanna sitting near the window, with the same book she'd been pretending to read for days.
"You'll attend the monthly court assembly tonight. Nobles will present petitions, and grievances will be addressed. It's tedious but necessary."
Lyanna put down the book slowly. After a week of complete isolation, the idea of facing the entire court filled her with both relief and terror.
"What do you need me to do?"
"You'll sit beside me and remain silent unless I address you directly. You won't speak to petitioners, and won't offer opinions."
"Fine. I've gotten quite good at playing whatever role you require."
"Great. Clara will be here shortly to dress you. I've selected your gown."
She nodded, and he left without another word. Minutes later Clara arrived with an entourage of servants carrying the chosen gown and accessories.
