While Willas' family was busy in the capital making secret plans for his marriage to Sansa Stark, the heir of Highgarden was busy with other things.

He had been enchanted by the charm he saw in his brother Garlan's wife's sister for some time, a woman who made him wonder if it wouldn't be worth throwing away all his plans of marrying for political reasons in exchange for choosing someone who really pleased his heart.

You had gotten closer a few months ago and he was kind, very kind to you. He took you hawking, riding the best horses in the seven kingdoms, reading with him in his personal library and he had even given you a hound, one that you had fallen in love with when you had visited the kennel. Kinder than he should have been, actually.

And that night he had taken you to look at the stars. Near one of Highgarden's fields of beautiful golden roses, Willas had prepared a little corner for you both. A large towel was stretched out on the grass and in the middle of the two of you, who were lying there, was a basket with some things he had ordered to be prepared for you to eat while you watched the stars.