@cedrictyrell @emerictyrell
When Helena first arrived to the gates of the palace, she was not surprised in the slightest to hear that her brothers were currently residing in their allocated lodgings. During their childhood, their mother had made every effort to have Helena and her brothers grow up away from the political intrigue of Highgarden, and therefore, it came as no shock to her that her brothers preferred to remain in the comfort of their separate lodgings rather than spending their free time within the castle of Sunspear itself. Helena was informed by a servant that her family had been offered hospitality at the home of a wealthy dornish-loyal lord. Upon hearing of her brother’s whereabouts, Helena’s next task consisted of discovering the location of this manor. From what Helena was told, the manor was about a twenty minute walk from the palace. Having been trapped inside a stifling and tiny carriage for weeks, Helena was more than happy to make her own way to the manor by foot. She decided to leave her personal effects at Sunspear, hoping her brother or a servant would be able to make the trek back to the palace and fetch her belongings for her.
Helena could feel the sun’s dry and glistening rays hit her face as she made her trek through Sunspear’s thronging town towards her family’s lodging. The air was dry, her lips quenched as she strolled through the arid terrain. When Helena finally arrived to the manor, she couldn’t help but feel a sense a familiarity as the manor shared a similar resemblance to Highgarden. Helena felt the corner of her lips tug into a small, faint smile; a gesture that had become so sparse for her while she resided in Silverhill.
After announcing her identify to one of the manor’s servants, Helena was quickly directed to the room in which her brothers were currently residing in. Helena expressed her gratitude to the maidservant before dismissing them. This was a conversation that she had been waiting to have with her brothers for long while; a conversation in which she would prefer to have alone. Helena brought a hand to her stomach, a nervous habit she had developed as a young child and still continued to do to this day, her fingers fiddling with her silk robes. Helena firmly knocked on the door before entering the room. Her light orbs quickly caught sight of Cedric and Emeric, who both sat on opposite ends of the room. It had been over three years since she had last saw Emeric; his eyes looking tired and his demeanor quiet and somber. Cedric, who had also changed — his boyish face having vanished and instead replaced with a more virile feature — sat in a chair with a drink in his hand.
“You have no idea the lengths I had to go to find you halfwits.” Helena stated plainly, her tone dripping with hints of sarcasm and playfulness.
