Post by Royal Joker on Jun 21, 2020 14:50:28 GMT -5
Commotion was heard from the Red Keep, and a great entourage were being prepared at the front gates. Green cloaked Reach knights and men-at-arms, carrying banners with the golden rose of House Tyrell, were mounting their horses. Ladies and courtiers entered several carriages while servants brought out their luggage and belongings. Mace Tyrell, already adorned in his polished expensive armor, were tearfully saying good bye to his daughter Margaery and his other relatives. Tears ran down his chubby cheeks as he laughed and cried. Margaery was courteous and kept a smile on her face. She and her handmaidens were the last to board their carriage and set off after Princess Myrcella's group.
Margaery felt a lump in her throat as they went down the road. Her father was perhaps one of the most idiotic men in the Seven Kingdoms, an oaf and a pushover... but she loved him. She had no trust for the Martells, nor for their allegiances to the Iron Throne. If anyone bore a grudge against the Lannisters and their royal dynasty, who else but the Dornish? She would not be surprised if they had already sworn their oaths to the Targaryen pretender - why else had they not already sent armies against him? Even for the ever-passive Dornish, this reeked of conspiracy.
Yet House Tyrell was all that mattered in the end, just like grandmother Olenna had taught her. Their house grew strong and would outlast any king, any lord, and any man. Whatever happened, the survival of their family meant everything. She had to survive, even if it meant someone dear to her might die.
She said a silent prayer to her father, for the Warrior to bless him with victory in the coming battle, and for the Stranger to stay its blade this time.
Margaery felt a lump in her throat as they went down the road. Her father was perhaps one of the most idiotic men in the Seven Kingdoms, an oaf and a pushover... but she loved him. She had no trust for the Martells, nor for their allegiances to the Iron Throne. If anyone bore a grudge against the Lannisters and their royal dynasty, who else but the Dornish? She would not be surprised if they had already sworn their oaths to the Targaryen pretender - why else had they not already sent armies against him? Even for the ever-passive Dornish, this reeked of conspiracy.
Yet House Tyrell was all that mattered in the end, just like grandmother Olenna had taught her. Their house grew strong and would outlast any king, any lord, and any man. Whatever happened, the survival of their family meant everything. She had to survive, even if it meant someone dear to her might die.
She said a silent prayer to her father, for the Warrior to bless him with victory in the coming battle, and for the Stranger to stay its blade this time.
