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[sunshine and whiskey]

Another 1x1 between myself and @Akeira.

 

[Akeira]

The swift, gentle breezes of the Southern winds brushed lightly beneath Cassius' tunic, as he road to King's Landing with his banner men in tow. The attire was quite different than what he normally wore while in Winterfell. As the future Warden of the North, the heir traveled to the great city upon hearing the announcement of a great jousting tournament by Her Grace, Morganna Lannister. At first, he was not keen on attending, even with the persist whines of his younger brother who wished he was able to participate. Cassius thought himself lucky that young Eldon would not be able to compete, given the boy's eagerness. Jousting was no sport for the faint at heart. When one was hit hard, only the gods could save him from meeting an early death minutes later.
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The grey direwolves on the banners flapped behind him, held tightly by distant members of his House, as they continued their trek. Having been on the Kingsroad for three weeks, Cassius was anxious to arrive in the capital within an hour. The Starks and Lannisters had strained relations, something the young man was determined to fix, if necessary. He heard of the turmoil throughout Westeros, wanting to discover its source and put an end to it as soon as possible. No other man would rest easily if he too sensed the manipulation in the Red Keep. Noble as he was, the man also journeyed to pay his respects after the death of the King. As Cassius Stark rode through the Mud Gate at the southwestern wall of the city, he could not help but recall the motto of their house: winter is coming. The warm winds of the South said otherwise on the weather front, yet the heir thought another type of storm was on the horizon.





After entering the city, Cassius pulled the reigns of his horse, drawing the beast to a stop. His pale, cerulean eyes scanned the scene in front of him, the city bustling as usual. Prodding the horse's side, they trotted north until they met the road from Aegon's High Hill, turning and heading for the Red Keep. The Northern man was to be courteous, greeting the Queen and the royal family before retiring for the evening. Moving closer, it was quite easy to see the glorious castle, as it dominated a large portion of the city's skyline. He continued to ride, stopping when he arrived at the pale, red stone fortress. Eldon, whom was allowed to attend the festivities, stopped beside him, looking for guidance. Dismounting his horse, he made his way inside to do his titled duty before preparing for the tourney to come.

The same warm winds of the South delighted Rohesia Tyrell, as she sat pleasantly in the carriage box. An attractive woman, her eldest brother, the leader of their House, was not keen on her riding a horse. The blonde agreed that it was improper for a woman to mount the animal, especially in the presence of royalty and other highborns. She relaxed and continued to look out the opening of the box, admiring the spacious lands they past. Casting a look at her mother, whom sat across from her, Rohesia smirked and watched the woman continue her embroidery. "Mother, how long will it be until we arrive?" She asked sweetly to get her mother's attention. The older woman glanced up, sensing some anticipation behind her daughter's pleasant tone. "Soon, dear." Her mother replied offhand. With those words, Rohesia gave a polite smile, as the wheels in her head continued to turn.
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There was no doubt that the young woman of twenty enjoyed her life at Highgarden. The Reach was vast, fertile, and heavily populated. Their castle was next to the river Mander, one of the longest and largest rivers in the realm. In addition, the fortress was near a hub of trade and traffic, given that major cities, including Roseroad and Oldtown, linked at this point. Despite these geographic and agricultural advantages, Rohesia could easily admit to herself that she desired much more. King's Landing and its holdings were in her sights, a reasonable distance from Highgarden and a jewel of the South. At her ripe age, the blonde wished to advance her position in society, given her skills at speaking easily and persuasion. Gaining favor with the Queen was the best way she sought to get what she wanted without raising any suspicions. She would leave the ruling to the elder Lannister woman, for now.


They entered the city on the eastern side, appearing in the slums of Flea Bottom on Rhaenys' Hill. Rohesia sighed, as the carriage rolled through the narrow streets and ramshackle buildings. Her heart went out to those who lived in the area. She continued to look with interest, as an orphanage appeared, which saddened her heart even more. She looked on with sorrowful eyes, her mother finally looking up with the work she did on her lap. "We'll have to pay a visit before we leave." She noted aloud, drawing Rohesia's attention from the scene in front of her. She nodded in agreement, pulling away from the opening and resting further in the box. The girl did not look out again until they were out of Flea Bottom, as the view would only dishearten her spirit. When it was clear they had left the slums, Rohesia peered out again, the Red Keep in sight, as they headed in the direction of the grand castle.

 

[sunshine and whiskey]

Morganna was up early this morning, walking along the castles grounds unguarded. Everyone that crossed her path, bowed towards her and if they didn't, she would remember their face and have them dealt with later. It has been awhile since she had been in King's Landing. Her first day back, she literally stopped at nothing until she was Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. It was an accomplishment for her and Cersei, her somewhat godmother, fled the lands and it made her laugh every single time it crossed her mind. Looking up, she saw one of her guards, immediately coming to her side, bowing out of respect before speaking. "M'lady, you should not be walking these grounds alone. Especially with these families coming here for the tournament you ensued."


"Oh, Hound. You simply amuse me at times." She chuckled slightly. "You may accompany me while I walk around. Perhaps I can show you Joffery's head again?" She looked towards The Hound then smirked. She had Joffery's head chopped off for betrayal and treason, which was all a lie but no one knew but her. Oh, what a fine day that was. As his head was getting chopped off, she didn't do anything but laugh. She is probably more vicious than Joffery himself. Her eyes scanned towards one of her gate guards, alerting her that most of the families have arrived and are settling into the rooms she had prepared for them. "Good." A smile tugged the corners of her lips as she gave him further instructions. "Please send my messaging boy to all the rooms and let them know that a feast will be held to welcome them and to let them know about the tournament and how it will work."


The gate guard bowed before her then trotted off to do what he was told. She eyed The Hound then raised a brow. "How come you still guard here? Jaime's gone, Cersei's gone and Joffery's gone. You trying to get rid of me?" She walked closer to him, backing him up against a nearby wall basically as she smirked then caressed his scarred face with her hands. "Don't cross me, dog. Or I'll have your head next." She then strutted off but turned around to face him. "And as you know, the Lannisters don't make threats." She then turned back around and walked towards her room, where her Septa helped her get ready for the feast.

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Most people thought that his stepsister, Daenerys, was the last known dragon but they didn't know about him - The bastard. It was really typical since he use to be a little do boy for Lord Tywin but when a war broke out, he fled. It was a long time ago though and it never should've went down the way it did. It really gave him nightmares till this very day. It was a very gruesome day and he couldn't or didn't want to relive that day. Ever.


A male could be seen sleeping with trickles of sweat covering his forehead, a slight whimper escaping over his lips. He was having another nightmare and as his slave reached out to touch him, he grabbed a hold of her wrist before she could and he immediately sat up, eyes widened as he also let go of the slave's wrist. "I'm sorry. What is it Patrisa?" She looked at him while holding her wrist, where his fingers left a little bruising. "We're nearing towards King's Landing, Ser. Just thought I would let you know." With those words spoken, she immediately left to treat her wounds. Delyrick wiped his forehead with the back of his hand as he got out of bed.


They were on one of the Targaryen's ships and no one knows that he took one of them and was heading to King's Landing. Another one of his slaves came in a bathed him while another assorted out his clothing for the day. Delyrick changed himself then as the ship stopped, his heart dropped. He was not ready for a joust, hell, he doesn't even know how to wield a sword... Yet. He was more of a hand to hand combat kind of guy and could take down almost anyone. He climbed up to the deck of the ship then breathed in the fresh air while eying his crew. "Get my bags." He commanded them as he walked off the boat, immediately approached by guards, who had their swords at his throat.


"Who are you, boy?" One of the guards asked him as he looked then smirked. "I am Delyrick. Delyrick Targaryen." The guards looked at each other and gasped then removed their swords, getting down on one knee, apologizing. He simply walked past them and headed into the castle grounds of King's Landing.

 

[Akeira]

The young lord entered the Red Keep with Eldon in tow, nodding respectfully to a few diplomats in his path. He smiled in watching his younger brother do the same, seeing as their mother encouraged Eldon to learn how to act properly at a young age. Walking the corridors, Cassius was immediately greeted by a servant and messenger, causing him to stop in his tracks. "Her Grace asks that we extend greetings on her behalf. She could not be here to meet you herself." The messenger said, making the young lord raise an eyebrow in curiosity. Though he rarely visited King's Landing, he knew Queen Morganna to be punctual with her guests. Of course, that would be difficult on this occasion, considering the hundreds of visitors whom would be attending her tournament. He extended his own gratitude before the messenger walked away, leaving him to be escorted to guest chambers by the servant.


As the servant guided him through the castle, Cassius slowed to admire several points along the way. This was Eldon's first trip to King's Landing, and his elder brother promised it would be an adventure. "Look over there, Eldon. That is the Blackwater Bay. It leads to the Narrow Sea, ending Westeros with Essos on its other side." He lectured, pointing in that direction and watching the boy's eyes widen in awe. Cassius gave a reserved smile, continuing to follow the servant down the many corridors of the castle toward the guest chambers. His father had told him wondrous things about the fortress, though he had not been there, since he was a child. He was interested in seeing the Iron Throne, curious as to if it was truly forged by a great dragon that melted a thousand swords. Cassius was drawn from his pondering when they arrived at the chambers, the servant opening the door to allow them in. He thanked him, and their party entered, setting their things down and making themselves comfortable.


After walking through the guest chambers provided, Cassius turned when he heard a knock on the main door. "Enter." He said simply, clasping his hands behind his back and turning to face the oak structure. The door swung open to reveal another messenger boy, sent on the behalf of Queen Morganna, no doubt. He bowed in the presence of the heir, causing Cassius to nod reverently in response. "Her Grace wishes to inform you that a grand feast will be held this evening to welcome her guests. Here, the rules of the tournament will be explained." He stated, standing straight near the door. "Thank you. If that is all, you may go." The next Warden of the North replied in appreciation, giving the messenger boy a small smile. The lad retreated, as Cassius continued to go about his business in the chambers. He made sure to inform Eldon of the feast, wanting the boy to be properly prepared for the evening.

Rohesia resisted the urge to stick her head out the opening of the box, as the elegant carriage approached the Red Keep. Her mother, Avila Tyrell, chuckled at her keenness, reminding her daughter to mind her manners. "Yes, mother." She replied, giving her mother a look and sitting patiently in the carriage, as they pulled into the grounds. As the coach came to a stop, Avila exited the lavish box, helped down by servants who attended to them. Gathering her skirts, Rohesia departed next, accepting the hand of two servants who offered them to her. "Thank you." She whispered with gratitude and a polite smile, smoothing out her dress afterwards. Her eyes then met the marvelous castle, a genuine smile crossing her lips.


As the luggage of the Tyrell's was taken from the elegant carriage and accompanying horses, they were informed that their guest rooms were being prepared. In addition, the messenger boy relayed the details of the feast to be held that evening. "Her Grace is very thoughtful." Rohesia said carefully, knowing the Queen probably had spies watching their every move. She wanted to get in well with Queen Morganna before other ladies of various Houses had the opportunity to do so. Though her middle brother, Garrick Tyrell, would be the one competing in the tournament, the young blonde did not mind a bit of vying herself to become close to the Queen. Not only would it bring her power but good connections that would be most advantageous to her family name.


"Is Her Grace accepting audiences at this hour?" The twenty-year-old asked, looking toward a servant boy whom resembled a distant Lannister cousin. "I am afraid not, my Lady. She is currently preparing for the feast in her chambers." He responded, causing Rohesia to nod in understanding. "Thank you." She replied, watching him retreat into the castle. Her mother suggested preparing as well, though Rohesia had other plans for the afternoon. "The day is still young. I wish to walk in the gardens." She stated, and eventually, her mother conceded, as long as she took a guard. It was not always safe for a highborn woman to travel alone. She agreed, accompanied by her elder brother, Garrick, and making her way through the gardens with ease. As her pale eyes glanced at the foliage, she could not help but think of how wonderful it would be to have the pleasure of walking this area whenever she fancied. It was far-fetched, though a dream she was determined to achieve.
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[sunshine and whiskey]

Morganna yelped when her Septa tightened her dress as she stared at her, coldly. Her eyes then diverted themselves back towards the mirror as she straightened herself out and breathed. "I like it. Do you like it, Septa?" The Septa nodded her head while standing behind her Queen. "Then I hate it." She scowled while walking out of her room and into the small hallway. "Hound, escort me to the dungeons, please." The Hound nodded his head then she followed closely behind him when he started walking.


Her heart was beating fast as she eyed The Hound then waved him off, yelling. "Leave us." A soft chuckle escaped over her red stained lips as she walked closer to her victim then knelt down beside them. "You use to be the fiercest entity out there. Going around, taking every kingdom you could to build your army and take control of the Iron Throne. Now, look at you, in my dungeon. Cold, hungry and slowly dying. You're no future Queen. You're pathetic." The person her comments were directed towards, growled while trying to touch her. "You messed with the wrong Queen." Morganna stood up then straightened herself out again while leaving the dungeons.


"I hope the gods take her soon." A sly smirk danced across her lips as she looked up at The Hound. "I think that it is time to eat." She turned heel and made her trek towards the Iron Throne, where it was very decorative and festive like. Five tables with white table cloths and the Lannister house sigil embroiled on the ends, there was a tall chair at the end of the table, for her none of the less and there were loads of servants ready to serve thousands. She smiled and muttered under her breath. "Let the games begin." Another smirk curved among the corners of her lips as she went on to sit down at the head of the end, staring at the double doors, waiting for her participants to come through and join her.


Upon entering the castle grounds, surrounded by his guardsmen and slaves, most people didn't really know who he was and he really liked the attention he was getting. "Gosh, where are the refreshments? The honor? Nothing is here." Delyrick amused towards his people as he saw the Queen going to the room, where they kept the Iron Throne but then saw a female, walking with another male towards the gardens. "This place is the same as I remembered. I wonder if they still have Ned's head on a spike." Delyrick amused once more, going towards the Iron Throne room. "Leave me." He told his guardsmen and slaves as he turned the knob and walked right on in.


Morganna eyes perked up as she raised a brow at the male who had just entered then eyed him. "Guards!" She called out and they were on the male within seconds. "Wait, wait." He said while pleading with his hands raised up. "I am here for the tournament." Morganna eyed the male then raised another brow. "You do look a little familiar. What is your family name?" Delyrick looked at her with a smirk. "Targaryen." Her drink slipped her hand as she waved the guards away then smiled. "Please, come forth and sit." She insisted while waving towards the seat beside her.


Delyrick walked over and sat down as Morganna smiled. "So, how is your sis..." He had cut her off, shaking his head. "I don't want to talk about her. She disappeared and no one has been able to find her." A soft sigh came from his parted lips as his eyes peered towards the double doors, which opened and more guests were arriving to their dismay. Morganna cuffed her hand over his. "I'm sure your sister is safe and sound." She smiled then welcomed her other guests with a pleasured smile.

 

[Akeira]

Cassius could hear the music playing from his chambers, as the musicians practiced for the feast in the Great Hall. There, he would be able to finally see the Iron Throne, wondering where the queen would be sitting upon it. In the guest chambers, the young lord and his younger brother, Eldon, prepared for the feast to welcome competitors and their families to Queen Morganna's jousting tournament. Standing in front of the large vanity, the heir to Winterfell was dressed in onyx robes to symbolize his House. They were much lighter than those he wore in the North, yet they still showed what prestigious family he came from. He adjusted the thicker cloak on his back, looking at his image in the mirror once more. At the time of this celebration, Cassius wished the rest of his family was able to attend the competition. Though they were in Winterfell, part of him was glad so, considering the danger and corruption that surround King's Landing.


He was drawn from his thoughts when the large oak door to his chamber opened, Eldon walking in with a sheepish smile. "Mother would say you look very handsome, if she were here." Cassius remarked with a proud grin, knowing his younger brother missed their family as well. "Thank you." Eldon replied with a bright smile, which the elder Stark responded to with a firm nod. "We must be going before the feast begins." He noted, placing a hand on Eldon's shoulder and ushering him out of the room. They made their way out of the Stark chambers, journeying through the corridors in pursuit of the Great Hall. Walking down a flight of stairs, the pair entered the Great Hall through a large set of double doors. Upon entering, Cassius glanced at the Iron Throne, wanting to get a better look of the structure. He saw Eldon's amazement as well, smirking very lightly and continuing into the grand room.


Cassius walked through the Great Hall with Eldon in tow, extending greetings to various diplomats he had not seen earlier. His pale, cerulean eyes soon landed on Queen Morganna, and the tension in the room increased rapidly. He cleared his throat, making his way over to the royal and bowing reverently. Eldon did the same, accompanied by some of the bannerman who came with them to King's Landing. "Your Grace." Cassius said simply with a short smile, staring at the queen relaxing at the head of the table. "May I present my younger brother, Eldon Stark of Winterfell." He remarked next, standing aside, so the boy could approach. Cassius watched the young boy step forward timidly and bow lowly, only glancing at Queen Morganna. "Your Grace. Thank you for the invitation." He said mannerly with a small voice, following what he was told to do by his mother upon seeing her majesty.

Rohesia continued her lovely walk with Garrick through the gardens, humming lightly as she went, much to her elder brother's amusement. "You are truly a thorn hidden among beautiful flowers." He teased, causing the young blonde to raise an eyebrow. She looked around to make sure they were alone before bumping him in a sisterly manner. "I'll accept that as a compliment, Garrick." She replied regally, though a mischievous smile lingered at the corner of her lips. Unlike many of the people in the South, Garrick Tyrell saw through his sister's antics, even aiding her when it was advantageous for him as well. With darker hair and a charming smile, Garrick was delightful enough, very cunning when combined with the schemes of his beautiful sister. Their latest conquest would be King's Landing, a big feat, though they were determined to get what they wanted. "Just make sure you win the tourney." She remarked with a smile, rubbing her brother's shoulder.


After their talk and walk, the Tyrell siblings retired to their guest chambers in the Red Keep. Rohesia was tended to by a few servants whom accompanied them from Highgarden, bathed with soap with a lingering smell of honey. Afterwards, the Lady's maids brought her to her chambers, helping her dress for the feast that evening. She wore a pale, cerulean dress with hints of gold along the skirt. The dress had a deep V, attached to an elaborate, gold band around her thin waist. Lastly, gold bands on her shoulders led to the dress flowing down her back. She urged the Lady's maids to help her dress quickly, knowing she would be late in attending the feast. When her attire was complete, Rohesia's blonde hair was attended to, styled with Southern grace and running down her back in a sleek fashion. She glanced at her appearance in the mirror before thanking her maids, exiting her chambers to wait for her mother and brother.


Avila and Garrick joined her minutes later, the three of them journeying down to the feast. Rohesia looked at the red castle with delight, following them down the stairs toward the Great Hall. Upon entering the room through double doors, her eyes settled on the Iron Throne looming in the center of the room. She stared at it with awe, seeing the five tables with white tablecloths next. At the end of the table sat the queen herself, Morganna Lannister. She gave her brother a look upon seeing the queen, and he nodded in understanding, making his way in that direction. In approaching the Queen of Westeros, Garrick bowed, his mother and sister curtsying near him. "Your Grace, it is an honor to be in your presence. May I present my son, Garrick Tyrell. He will be competing in your tournament." Avila stated with a polite smile, Garrick stepping forward to kiss Morganna's hand. "And my daughter, Rohesia." She continued, the girl curtsying once more. "It is a pleasure, Your Grace." The young blonde said softly with a pleasant smile.

 

[sunshine and whiskey]

Delyrick eyed the potential candidates for the Queen's affections as he knew that most of them were his friends but around this time, they were his enemies. A slight smirk came over him as he uncuffed his hand with the Queen's then slipped to his proper place on at the table. He didn't want to say anything as he watched the Queen's actions towards her future husband. Morganna eyed Delyrick then turned towards the first person, who was going to be vying for her affections, soon. It was a Stark. He wasn't much of a looker like the others but she promised she'd be respectful - No matter how much she despise their family.


"I hope this silly boy isn't competing. I mean, look at him. He is practically a twig." She eyed Cassius then his younger brother, Eldon. "I would break him in half with my nail." She snickered then waved them off so that the next family could step forth. "Ah, I thought all the Tyrell's were burning in hell." She smirked at her comment then eyed the blonde headed female. "Sorry for my comment. You all look pleasant, please have a seat." She waved her arm towards the table end then eyed Delyrick again.


Morganna tapped her goblet to quiet down everyone as she stood up and smiled, waving her arms out at everyone. "Thanks everyone for attending my nation wide tournament to be a potential to the Iron Throne." She smiled then stepped aside as she walked near the object that she had just named, brushing her fingertips on it lightly as she eyed them. "Can you imagine the way it feels to sit on this throne like all of the other greats? Except for that Joffery fellow." She laughed a little then stepped back at the table. "This competition will be deadly and I want to see men, no wimps! If I see any wimps, I might kill you myself."


Delyrick heard the Queen's words and widened his eyes. It was a lot to take in at this moment and time and he didn't feel ready. Morganna chuckled then clapped her hands together. "Bring these families their meals." She smiled while sitting back down at the end of the table, staring across the table at Cassius. She smirked at him then mimicked the beheading and killing of Ned Stark, Robert Stark and Catelyn Stark. She wanted to get underneath his skin because she truly hated the Stark's with a passion.

 

[Akeira]

Cassius felt eyes on his back, as he walked through the Great Hall. His pale, cerulean eyes settled on a man whom sat not too far away from Queen Morganna. The Stark heir did not recognize him, yet there was something similar about his characteristics. He was keen on finding out more information about the fellow later in the evening. He was curious enough, considering Her Grace took time to look at the mysterious gentleman before her eyes settled on the young lords of Winterfell before her. Cassius smiled gently when Eldon expressed his gratitude, as instructed to do so by his mother. Their mother would be proud to know she taught the boy well enough. As the boy was young, he did not understand the tension between the royal family and the Starks that existed for many years, only heightened by the execution of Eddard Stark on the order of Joffrey Baratheon.


He chuckled politely when the Queen mentioned the possibility of Eldon competing in her tournament. "I can assure you that Eldon is far too young to compete in your tournament, Your Grace. My mother forbade me from letting him." He answered politely, his hands balling into fists lightly at the snicker that escaped from her red lips afterwards. As they were dismissed from her presence, Cassius led his brother and the rest of their party to their seats, gathering themselves together to enjoy the feast. They chatted among themselves for a few minutes, hearing Queen Morganna tap her goblet to quiet the crowd down. The lord of Winterfell sat quietly, looking at the lavish woman expectantly, as she began to express her gratitude for their appearance that evening. He raised an eyebrow in curiosity when she talked poorly about Joffrey Baratheon, sensing her ruthlessness from where he was sitting.


As Morganna finished her speech, she ordered the servants to bring their food. Soon, the reception tables were filled with grand sustenance, and Cassius and his party began to enjoy the feast before them. As he sank his teeth into the delicious fowl in the center of the table, his pale eyes danced across the table to her majesty. He frowned softly, seeing as she was staring directly at him. Eyes locked, Cassius watched her mimic the beheading of his Stark ancestors. He scowled softly, though he tried not to show his rage at the table. It would simply be rude, though the man wondered how an abomination of a woman even managed to become the queen of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. He drew his eyes away from hers and went back to his meal, feeling that his mission in King's Landing was more imperative now then before.

Rohesia stood properly after her curtsy and hide her frown in response to Queen Morganna's comment about the Tyrell family rotting in hell. The stories about Her Grace were true, as she was utterly repulsive. Despite her blunt attitude, the Southern beauty had to admire her, as the queen knew what she aspired to achieve. She was keen on luxury and achieved them when she ascended to the Iron Throne. Rohesia glanced at the queen gently when eyed, attempting her best respectful look and graceful smile. She nodded regally with a polite smile in response to Morganna's halfhearted apologize for her earlier comment. When they were dismissed to enjoy the reception, the blonde stood close to her brother, eyeing him with a careful look. "Make sure to get in well with her, brother." She whispered with a soft smirk, to which Garrick replied with a curt nod. It was their responsibility to gain the queen's favors, if they wanted to ever be regarded highly in society like their House once was.





Taking their seats, Rohesia noticed an unfamiliar man sitting close to the queen. "Mother, who is that?" She questioned, leaning closer to Avila to make sure she was not heard. He had the looks of a Targaryen, though there was a blend of features she did not recognize. Avila looked at Delyrick with scrutiny, though she shook her head moments later. It was evident that his identity was unknown to many of those in attendance that evening. Despite that fact, Rohesia was intrigued to find out who he was. He seemed to be in good favor with Queen Morganna, something that the young Tyrell girl could use to her advantage. It was going to take all her willpower and strategic skills to stay at the Red Keep permanently. There was no doubt about that.


Rohesia sat quietly while the queen spoke, taking in her words and resisting the urge to roll her eyes in an unladylike manner when she mentioned killing cowards. "You better not be among them." She murmured softly to her brother, continuing to listen to Morganna. When she finished and ordered for the food to be served, a genuine smile appeared on Rohesia's perfectly sculpted lips. Soon, the reception tables were filled with exception fowl, consisting of honeyed chicken, pigeon, and the beat capons in all of the seven kingdoms. Apples, blood oranges, pomegranates, and strawberries laid ripe for the picking fresh in gold platters for all those in attendance to enjoy. Fish, biscuits, and cheeses from the finest goats were high in quality, appealing to whomever laid eyes on them. There was fresh game spread throughout every table, slaughtered early and marinated to ensure the best possible taste. Rohesia enjoyed every bite, believing it to be even better than the high quality of the food she usually ate at Highgarden.