- ̗̀ ROSE QUEEN ̖́-

Upon seeing him standing there at the grand entrance of her home a flood of pure happiness washed over her. The carriage could barely pull itself to a stop before she was flinging open the door & running full force towards him. Arms extending themselves as she crashed into him.    —     ❝ Oh how I’ve missed you & this place. ❞

⋅        ✧ ໋．𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘. ⋮ @margriarchy ⋮ got starter call !! 

to think that he would cross paths with her again , it brought a sly smirk to the visage of the infamous kingslayer. although incognito , garbed in stained fabrics ( their owners likely dead , given the stench and various kinds of textures he picked up along the way ) that did plenty to conceal head of gold , eyes hues of the Vale. such were the characteristics of lannister , true and through. with such a sullied reputation spurned , he did well to lay low.

❝───𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. I’m afraid I’m hardly decent for you to be even in proximity of , which is a shame. it doesn’t do your grace or splendor the justice you deserve , Lady Tyrell.

‹ ❀ ›          The sound of a familiar voice pricked her ears, yet the sight before her was one of that unknown. Who could she have known underneath such drab? They knew who she was but she had no recollection of who they may have been. A house of the Reach that had perhaps fallen? Even so, a soft graceful smile tugged at her lips. Even if they were what most would consider lesser she didn’t mind. Moving closer she’d hold out her unmarred, clean hands offering them to the stranger.    —    ❝ Ladies who do not accept those under different circumstances are not ladies at all. There is no reason to be ashamed. Now if I may ask, how have we met before? ❞

Send me 🌺 to place a flower in my muse’s hair.

          A soft laugh would fall from her lips, arm linked within the Princess’. Her other hand moving to the chrysanthemum plant that seemingly towered for greenery such as itself. The flower itself signifying a magnitude of different things within different cultures. Myrcella had already placed one in the brown tresses that were her own, it was her turn to express her happiness with her soon to be sister. Plucking the golden tendrils that were the chrysanthemum, she’d carefully place them within the shining mane that was the doe’s. “ A flower that means life, rebirth, respect, & honor. It fits you well, Princess.”

Send me 🌺 to place a flower in my muse’s hair.

          It was something he had done since her childhood. Brought her flowers every morning since she had been born, at least, from the years she could remember. The rest was told to her by their Lady Mother. “ You’re the only one I can count on for such nicety Willas.” Leaning upwards to compensate for their small height difference, she’d place a kiss on his cheek before moving through her bedchamber to find the book she had found him within the village. A trade off of sorts that happened every morning for the past five years.  “ I found you another book, I hope it’s not one you’ve read yet. ”

Send me 🌺 to place a flower in my muse’s hair.

           Her head would bow ever so slightly, allowing him to place the sweet smelling floret within her curled mane. Fingers touching the bloom ever so slightly to feel if it was still there. “ That is very generous of you, your Grace. ” The corner of her lips turning upwards in a signature smirk. It was not a malicious kind of twist, but more so a habitual reaction to those around her. Something about meeting different monarchs throughout their world was enticing to her. “ You will have to tell me of your homeland, my ears are beckoning to be told those tales. ”

Send me 🌺 to place a flower in my muse’s hair.

         Features quickly broke into a smile, head bowing slightly to him for the gesture. She had become accustomed to men’s flattery yet she didn’t feel the same about this. It felt amiable & genuine. “ Thank you, it’s rather genial of you. ” Tyrell’s meeting with the Stark’s outside of some sort of field, noble gathering, or within King’s Landing was rare. Yet, their paths had crossed while traveling to said gathering of nobles.  “ We must head back before the wrong idea is formed. ”

they’re lounging in the dwindling sunlight, a hidden corner of highgarden’s famed gardens with hedges and flowers and trees towering around them, hiding them from the rest of the world. they really could be twins in this moment, the same curls and the same golden eyes, even similar builds.

“    is garlan planning on havng a joust at his wedding?   ”       of course he would wonder about that, given his eagerness to participate in them, head turning on the grass to look over at his sister.   if anyone was to know the details then margaery certainly would, he was sure of it.   “  it’s custom is it not?”      but loras hadn’t exactly been to any weddings, so he was just guessing, speculating into the afternoon air.   “  even if mother would probably object, after what happened to willas. ”

              Leaning back in the grass, brown curls spread across the greenery blending like the most perfect of camouflage. Head turning slightly to look at her brother who was sat beside her. Soaking in the sun of The Reach like it was their last day together. Breathing in a large breath, her smile faded into that of speculation. “ Father told Garlan of course for a joust, as for our Lady Mother she was a bit more suspicious -- so Willas told me. ”

Sitting up slightly, she would turn to her side. Amber eyes locking onto her brother’s for a mere second before she’d flop back into the grass. Hands held above her head, moving through the tall verdure once more. How she loved this, being able to sit out in the dwindling daylight with Loras. It had been years since they were able to do just this, linger in each others presence. “ Mother’s moved quite far from catering to Willas in your time away. She’s placed it in Garlan’s wedding preperations; you should see how much it annoys Grandmother. She compared mother to a fussing hen again. ”