All of a sudden, the Great Hall quieted down completely. Shireen looked up and saw everyone looking in the same direction. A somewhat familiar golden-haired girl with bright green eyes that looked her age was uncertainly walking towards the high table, flanked by a pair of burly guards. She had a pale scar on her left cheek, starting from the chin itself and ending where her left ear would usually be. Across the hall, people were looking at her with interest, caution, pity, or even with outright hatred.