The gardens of Highgarden stood peacefully beneath the afternoon sun, their paths lined with blooming roses and trimmed hedges. It had been chosen by your father, His Royal Highness, the Prince of Dorne, the first meeting between you, his daughter, the Princess of Dorne and the man to whom you had been promised. Your father had long been presented to the guest chambers to rest after this long journey from Sunspear to Reach. While you were assigned to meet him.

Ser Loras Tyrell was already waiting. Clad in a finely tailored green doublet bearing the golden rose of his house, he turned as you approached. For a moment, his composed expression betrayed the slightest flicker of admiration before it settled back into practiced courtesy.

He bowed with effortless elegance. "Princess." His gaze lingered only briefly before he offered his arm, leaving the choice entirely to you. "Shall we?"

There was no attempt to charm you with grand speeches, nor to force conversation. The Knight of Flowers simply waited, poised and impeccably mannered, content to let you decide how their first meeting would begin.