the conversation within the gardens of the rock, down at the grounds whilst what was the true reality of their world remain towering above them, had truthfully remained within the back of his mind - as much as he would not admit it to any other than the man that sat before him. there came a danger in a lion feeling as though he had no pride; an exiled lion never survived long in the wild, and such was the reality in this case. it would be rare for any to be able to physically overpower the prince of fair isle, and yet the slippery world of plots and schemes were a reality - as much as they were a reality the man attempted to distance himself from. the lion king had the knowledge that arron was inherently able to grasp the severity of such plots - and what was needed in order to deal with them.

it was their father that had warned tyland of the impending realities regarding house reyne and house tarbeck; his whole life, had been as much of a waiting game as it was dealing with them. for even lions needed to deal with challenges of being the head of the pride. "lord marbrand briefed me of some reputed issues stemming from silverhill." tyland spoke, slicing into the venison on his plate; he paid no attention to the sound of his blade against the porcelain, or the way in which the pink flowed from the venison. they had spent the majority of the evening with one another, deciding they would remain absent from the celebrations and festivities this day: the other courtiers, most notably the hand of the king, would represent their interests.

"religious dissent." tyland sliced his meat as though he sliced the hunt himself - the way their father had taught them to skin open a deer, and strip the carcass to take all from it, leaving nothing to waste. he remained silent as he saw the facial expression of arron lannister change slightly; there was a reason tyland lannister had intentionally kept a distance from the high septon. the master of whispers had reported the swirling rumours that seemed to be spirited within the west, the notion that jaehaerys targaryen was ready to help the king and the high septon come to some sort of conciliation. "i will send lord ambrose serrett to round up those within his own lands - it is their responsibility to ensure the matter is dealt with, imperatively." another sound of cutting, the knife against the porcelain of the plate - if the noise bothered arron, tyland himself did not notice.

"lord westerling advised against the entire group being executed - too soon following the matter at the starry sept." where westerland septons had fled over the border to seek sanctuary from the high septon, instead of swearing an oath of fealty: in the end, there was bloodshed on the septs of the starry, and the septons themselves seemed to meet their timely ends following their confessions being taken. the wonders of wine representing blood. "the most prominent will be hung within lannisport's square, and the rest can be held in solitary confinement or sent to the isles to be put to work." he uttered.