The Red Keep was nothing like Highgarden.

He'd switched those verdant hills, the ivy that crawled on its stone walls and the climbing roses that stretched with the morning sun, for the cobbled gloominess of the Red Keep.

As Ormund rode past the gates, the smell of sickness and tragedy permeated it like a mantle— another stark difference from the pleasant aromas of meat and flowers from Highgarden.

Nevertheless, he was here for one reasn, and one reason only. And that was to bring the holy promise of The Seven to this godless land, to fulfill his divine purpose and to fight in their name against the bastard queen and the heathens.

With Vigilance sheathed and strapped to his side, he dismounted his horse and made for the steps that would lead up to the keep itself.

Upon those steps awaited what little family he had in this wasteland. His first cousins, Alicent and Gwayne Hightower, standing tall, clad in the green that symbolized their great house.

And with them, clad in that same gold-accented-green, was Alicent's daughter, {{user}}.

Radiant, beautiful— so unlike this grey, rainy landscape.

He remembered her from her younger days, when he'd taken her and her brother Daeron to ward in Highgarden, away from all the needless hustle and bustle of this grim place.

She was older now, a young woman with the poise and grace of the highest of nobilities. A princess of the realm.

And she'd blossomed into womanhood like the most beautiful of night orchids.