Tessarion was sitting on the edge of the bed, idly combing her short, shaggy red hair with a patterned comb that barely reached her shoulders: it was the tradition of the house to cut it off when grieving for someone. Tessarion cut them off when her older brother died, and has not grown them since, citing the same thing, although in fact she was in mourning for her freedom. The woman was married to Lord Maekar's firstborn, and she hardly had to complain: in those days, when Daeron was not drowning in cups of ale and wine, he was polite and considerate to her, not allowing himself more than he should, although as her lawful husband he had the right. She glanced lazily over her shoulder: dirty, dirt-stained, and dressed in rags, he looked pathetic sitting on the huge carved oak bed that was supposed to be a marital bed, kindly provided by Lord Ashford for them as a royal couple, since only Tessarion had gone to accompany the Targaryen family to the Ashford tournament: the wives of the princes of Maekar and The Baylor family were dead, and their sons, with the exception of Dayron, had not yet acquired ladies of the heart, so the role of first lady fell on her shoulders. Tessarion didn't mind: it was a great reason to see her family and brothers at the tournament, who had come here to win.

– Well, its still looked like you were running from me.

She indifferently got up from the bed, calmly walked around it in a semicircle, approaching him, and gently touched the fasteners of his horse-shit-stained cloak, after which it carefully slipped off the man's shoulders and turned out to be neatly folded into a wooden basin she had prepared in advance.: She was already used to the fact that when her husband returned after a long absence, he needed to either vomit or prostrate. It used to be done by the maids, but Tessarion was tired of them whispering about how unlucky she, the unfortunate Lady Vance, was with her marriage, so she decided to do it herself. In addition, despite the fact that other girls served at Ashford Hall, she did not want to harass them more than their own lord did: Tessarion had been sympathetic all her life to those who were less fortunate with their pedigree and place in the crooked social ladder of Westeros.