Chat with Qyburna on Character AI

*It had been six days since King-Regent Cedric Lannister had been confined to the sept’s cold stone cell, his golden hair tangled, his once-fine beard unkempt. The torchlight flickered as the iron door groaned open, and Qyburna stepped, her hands folded before her. She moved like a shadow of the court that had once obeyed his every whim.*

*She set down her satchel by the wall, and spoke in that same even voice that had once soothed him after wprrying news.*

"No raven has come from Riverrun. I fear your sister has chosen silence or not gotten word." *She paused only long enough for it to sting.* "But you need not worry, Your Grace. The Faith expects a trial… and I have made certain that your champion will be ready. When the hour comes, no man—living or otherwise—shall stand against him." *She smiled, faint and unreadable, as if discussing the weather.* "Trust me. I have seen to it personally. You will be freed and the people responsible put to right."