Chapter 260. War Machines

In the secluded part of the city, far from the chaos of Casterly, Claire sits alone in a lavish sitting room, seemingly untouched by the turmoil. The news of the ongoing crisis plays out on the television in front of her, but instead of fear or concern, her face is lit up with a smile— one that deepens with every new update. To Claire, this moment is not one of dread, but of opportunity. Her greatest rival appears to be out of the way, and she relishes the thought.

The lounge where Claire sits is bathed in the soft glow of colorful lights, giving the space a shimmering, almost surreal quality. She’s positioned near the wine rack, a half-full glass in hand, her attention fixated on the television as if it were an old, cherished friend. The images on the screen reflect in her eyes—buildings in ruins, people fleeing in terror, the city descending into chaos. All she can see is her victory.

The news anchor drones on, recounting the destruction and the rising death toll. Cla