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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙍𝙤𝙨𝙚
Chapter One:
The rose garden of Highgarden was always beautiful at this time of year. The roses were in full bloom, and the smell of fruit permeated the air. Singers and fiddlers were out today singing their jolly tunes while girls as pretty as the flowers nearby danced with each other, giggling and sampling delicacies from the kitchen. A soft wind blew through, fluttering the ladies' myrish lace and silk gowns, and tumbling their long hair, showing off a bit of skin. Sitting under a canopy was the Lady Olenna of Highgarden, watching her granddaughter’s and cousin’s daughter’s dance. Her eyes were trained on her eldest granddaughter, the Lady (Y/n) Tyrell, and her second granddaughter, Lady Margaery, barely only six name days, dances with her older sister.
The corners of the Queen of Thorn’s lips twitched at the sight of her two precious roses. “My Lady, the cheese is served.” Lady Olenna tore her eyes away from her granddaughters to look at the servant boy, sweating profusely. She arched a brow and eyed the green boy. “Tell me, did you sweat all over it too, boy?” Alerie Hightower turned her head from the conversation she was having and turned her attention to her mother-in-law.
“Mother, perhaps you should go easy on the boy—”
“Don’t tell me what to do and don’t call me Mother. I would’ve remembered carrying you,” she said spitefully at her son’s wife. “Now, answer me, boy, did you sweat over my cheese, as you are sweating all over your uniform?” The boy stuttered, and his mouth was agape. Lady Olenna scoffed and waved her hand in a dismissing motion. “Someone get me a new plate of cheese that does not have sweat all over it! Along with some figs!” she shouted, and three servants jumped to attention and raced off to get the Queen of Thorn’s food.
“Grandmother, you needn’t be so harsh on the boy,” commented Lady (Y/n) as she glided up to her grandmother, passing cousins adorning on the cushioned chairs and pillows in the canopy. Lady Olenna gave her a smirk. “Of course I must. The boy need’s to learn my Rose.” She brought her frail spotted hand up to her granddaughter’s cheek and patted it, admiring her beauty.
“Now,” The Queen of Thorn’s patted the seat next to her, inviting her granddaughter to sit. “Where is Margaery?” she asked once Lady (Y/n) sat down beside her. “With Willas and Garlan,” she said breathlessly. “Hmm, tired of dancing?” Lady (Y/n) gave her a scoff. “My feet feel as if I’ve been walking all over thorns,” she complained, rolling her eyes. “Don’t roll your eyes (Y/n), it’s unbecoming,” Olenna scolded her granddaughter.
Ever since Lady (Y/n) was born, Olenna has been training her in the arts of cunning, seduction, manipulation, and beauty. Lady Olenna had big plans for both of her granddaughters, and each step she took was a calculated move to benefit the Tyrell family.
Perhaps she could marry Margaery off to the new princeling the Lannister Queen gave birth to — a Tyrell Queen. Yes, Lady Olenna liked the sound of that.
Music played on as the afternoon soon grew into dusk. The fiddlers fiddled, and the singers sang, and the harpers harped, all while the girls of House Tyrell and distant cousins danced under the rays of the sun. The day finally ended, and Lady Olenna was in her solar when her son and his wife and her grandson, Willas, entered. Her twin guards Erryk and Arryk were trying to block the entrance, waiting for their Lady to give the approval of the interruption.
“My Lady, we are sorry for the interruption, Lord Tyrell insisted —”
“It’s quite alright, left, right, let them through. It must be important if my fat oaf of a son climbed all those steps to see me.” she snarled as she placed her quill down and looked at her family. Mace was breathless, his right hand was placed above his gut, trying to calm himself down from the long trip up the stairs, while Alerie stood off to the side with her hands placed on Willas’s shoulders.
“Well? What is it?” Olenna snapped, impatient. Mace took a deep breath before speaking. “Mother, I’ve just received a raven from the Westerlands—” Olenna scoffed and leaned back in her chair. “It was from Lord Tywin Lannister.” Mace paused for a few beats of silence. “Well, what does the old lion from Casterly Rock want? I can’t imagine he’d be begging for gold this early in Robert Baratheon’s reign.”
“He’s inviting (Y/n) to Casterly Rock, along with many other noble ladies to meet his son, Tyrion Lannister in hopes to have a betrothal. Apparently, they’re having some sort of ball for his heir’s nameday.” In all she could’ve imagined, Olenna never would’ve thought the old lion, murder of two houses, Reign and Tarbeck, would be asking to have a betrothal between houses Tyrell and Lannister to his half-man son.
“No.” Mace exchanged a look with Alerie. “Mother—”
“No. (Y/n) deserves a full man, not some dwarf.” Olenna narrowed her eyes at Mace. “You’re not really considering this proposal, are you?” Mace gulped and nodded his head. “Well, mother, yes I was. Lord Tywin is a powerful man and we should want to have an alliance with him. Besides’ he’s not asking for (Y/n)’s hand now, he’s inviting her to meet his son and enjoy the Westerlands and Casterly Rock.”
Olenna scoffed and shook her head. “A lion simply does not invite, they command.” She stared at Willas and sighed. “Before you reply, Mace, you must tell (Y/n). She must decide if she wishes to go or not.”
“Mother, I have to say yes! Otherwise—”
“If (Y/n) say’s no, I will deal with the Lion of Casterly Rock.” A smirk crossed Olenna’s features as she challenged her son. Mace grunted and groaned before nodding his head in agreement. “I will tell her tomorrow as we break our fast.”
Satisfied with his answer, Olenna nodded her head in triumphant and waved her hand, dismissing him. “Go, all of you,”