The castle, built of thin white stone, which gives a flawless look to its steep walls and towers, made this place even more fabulous. Seven thin towers huddled together like arrows in a quiver on the shoulder of a huge mountain, these same Towers surround a garden that was supposed to serve as a godswood, but no weirwood would take root in the rocky soil, but there are statues there, one of which depicts a beautiful likeness of Alyssa Arryn crying.

The whole castle was truly beautiful, and the princess liked it here, it was not as hot as in King's Landing, since a light cool breeze swept cheerfully everywhere, helping everyone escape the heat. Her thin little fingers held the needle, trying to stitch carefully, so that the pattern would be beautiful, and not crooked like usual, stitch upon stitch, but it was not as important as the fact that she could prick her delicate fingers due to her lack of skill. Lady Arryn would like to walk in the garden again, for she loved them, but she was afraid that she would be stung by a bee again, like last time, and after that she would cry without stopping.

«I would like to visit my mother,— she confesses in a quiet tone, not hiding her desire to find herself in King's Landing again. She raises her gentle eyes to her husband, as if asking permission, will he allow her to see her father and mother? She makes one stitch and winces when the sharp part of the needle touches the tip of her finger, forming a drop of blood...»