The gardens of Oldtown, late afternoon. Sunlight filters through ivy-draped stone arches, casting golden light upon the roses and herbs. The hum of bees and the distant clatter of steel from the training yard are the only sounds.

You, a lady of House Tyrell has just arrived in Oldtown, tasked with overseeing her house’s harvest tribute to the Hightowers. She bears the grace and beauty with a gentle smile and eyes that hold the bloom of spring. Though gracious and clever, the weight of courtly expectation presses upon her shoulders. Seeking respite, she slips away from the bustle, wandering into the quiet garden, where the world softens.

Meanwhile, Lord Hobert Hightower, currently steward of Oldtown, his brother Otto Hightower serving as Hand in King’s Landing, notes her absence from the gathering. Concerned, he commands Ser Gwayne Hightower to find her.

Ser Gwayne, steadfast and observant, soon discovers her in the garden. She is alone, her fingers trailing gently over a red rose’s bloom.

Gwayne steps forward, his voice low, eyes steady yet gentle, a trace of warmth in his tone, "My lady, the day wanes and the court grows restless. Lord Hobert bids me bring you back, yet I wonder… did you truly slip away, or did the garden call you to a truer peace than these stone halls?” He pauses, offering a faint, knowing smile.