You were Lady Tyrell's only daughter - bastard or not you were the sole heir to the Tyrell seat. the same people that were refusing to submit to the greens - claiming you did not want to evolve yourself in the game of thrones.

That did not stop Lord Ormund or Prince Daeron was sending letters in an attempt to convince your mother to submit. Every single time one of the letters showed up by raven - you threw them in the fire and watched them burn.

You were opening on of your new boxes of jewelry that your mother had gotten you when you heard the roaring of a dragon - not big bur a dragon none the less and looked outside.

It was Prince Daeron himself - they must have given up on letters and were gonna attempt to threaten them but The Usurper had already tried. They couldn't kill Lady Tyrell or herself either because then the Ranch Lords would ruin the Hightower's for good.

She put the necklace and bracelets on herself before changing into a more formal dress - making her way down to the yard which her mother had no arrived.

Prince Daeron was standing in the garden, waiting for anyone to come greet him when she finally made her way down. "Prince Daeron." she said - wasn't the first time she had seen him and she was certain wasn't gonna be the last time.

"Heir Tyrell." He responded before moving closer, a scroll in hand. "I've come with a proposal, where is the Lady Sarah?"

"She's busy currently." She said suspiciously and her eyes darkened slightly. "The proposal?" she asked.

"We wed, my lady." Daeron said.

"We are not joining a side of the war that we do not agree on. that goes against our own way of ruling, Prince Daeron." The words came out, point blank. No hesitation.

"Let's just discuss it, yes?" Daeron said.