Lady Alys Tyrell

Wife of Ser Leo Tyrell, mother to Alla, Leona, Lyonel, Lucas and Lorent Tyrell. Former Beesbury. Two and seven.

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"How kind of you Lady Alys," Sansa says with a forced smile. She would love to be a handmaiden to Lady Margaery, to learn how it is to have such grace and wit. "My sister hasn't been seen since," Sansa pauses, not wanting her voice to crack, "since right after the feast. I'm sorry I feel it's not right for me to commit my services to Lady Margaery. Please forgive me my lady, but I must wait until I am with my family again to make such decisions." She smiles warmly and the woman sitting across from her. Alys is the only person she's seen in days. Sansa wonders of her mother. The last time she set eyes on the woman Catelyn's strength wasn't with her. She seemed as if death was waiting at her doorstep. "My mother," Sansa starts again, clutching her kerchief tightly in her fingers, "have you heard anything of her?"

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"I will send a party from House Beesbury to search for her." Alys says, without hesitation. Those two Stark girls could be very useful to her, and she needs at least one under her clutches. A she-wolf will no doubt help. She swallows. "Of course, Lady Sansa. I understand you must be here in the Capital - you obviously worrid about your family and, of course, your betrothed, the future King." Alys really hopes Joffrey burns in hell, but that wouldn't comfort the girl. 

"Lady Stark..." Alys muses. "Not much, I'm afraid. I believe she is with Maester Pycelle." She sees the girl tightly clutch the kerchief and wants to comfort her in anyway she can. "I believe Joffrey's coronation will be very soon. As far as I know, all your siblings apart from Arya are either in King's Landing or in Winterfell, safe. Your parents....I do not know much about their predicaments, but they are alive still." Surely there would have been an announcement if they weren't. 

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"I am sure the succession will be fine, and I am glad your children are safe." Loras was getting snappier and snappier as his temper wound and his worry grew stronger—the boy fretted enough being away from Renly in peacetime, let alone when his brother had just been murdered. "Mother and father stayed in Highgarden, and it would take more than a glass of poison to take down grandmother, let me assure you."

"Right then." Alys was not impressed with his snappish manner. "Well, I'm thankful your family should be safe. I'll be off then - keep yourself safe. Good luck surviving the night." Alys turned on her heel and stormed off, temper flaring. How dare he talk to her like that when she was trying to assure him and keep him happy? She had to find her children anyways - there was no time for her to stand there talking to Loras.

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"Margaery is a sight for sore eyes in times like this…and thank you, Alys." Loras smiled weakly, though he knew Renly was at more and more risk the more time he didn’t know where he was. "Are your half of the family safe?"

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"She is an angel." Alys declared. She could see on Loras' face, a slight look of worry in his eyes - one she saw in the mirror so often when someone she cared about was in danger. "I believe," She said, softly, "Stannis is at Dragonstone. And I saw Renly outside not so long after the tragedy occurred. I am sure they will both be safe, do not worry for the sucession. We have Robert's two boys to worry about firstly, I don't see why anyone would wish harm on his brothers." Alys wrung her hands together nervously. 

"I believe so. At first sight of the old King I sent a raven to my father so he can get my children back to Honeyholt, my old home. Leo is safe; I saw him in our chambers before the ball; he did not attend for he is struck down with some sort of ailment." She took a breath. "Have you any news of your parents, or grandmother?"

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Sansa hears a light tap on the door, and without hesitation she leaps out of bed. Wrapping a shawl over her nightgown, she places her hand on the brass door handle. She wonders who stands beyond that huge door. It could be Joffrey, the queen, Ser Loras, or maybe even her father. Sansa takes a deep breath before yanking the chamber door open, and she looks upon no one else but lady Alys Tyrell. "Lady Alys," Sansa grins in relief, "I'm so very sorry I wasn't expecting you, but of course your company is much appreciated." She curtsies and offers Lady Alys a seat by the table before pouring both of them a glass of water.

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"Thank you, Lady Sansa, and do not be worried, dear girl. I would be surprised if you had expected me - I didn't expect to find myself in here either." She sips the water, thinking hard. The girl is a Stark, however... She seems very close to the Lannister-Baratheons, especially Joffrey. "Have you seen your sister?" Alys thinks hard about what she says next. The Stark girls are not of marrying age yet, but Sansa is to be Queen at first whiff of flowering. The plan could work - she has not got her distant cousin in on the plan, but she knows the Stark girls could be useful and hopes Margaery will see that too. "I was thinking...Until this business with the coronation of a new King, you and your sister could be handmaidens to my dear cousin Margaery."

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Sansa slips on her nightgown after tossing her soiled dress onto the armchair in the corner of her chambers. By now it’s probably the wee hours of the morning. She moves to her window and squints to try and find any life beyond the walls of the castle. There are no candles in any of the city’s windows. Everything is so uncertain in this very moment. Is Sansa the future queen, or will she and her family be left with no future at all? Is she a prisoner or a free woman? She slides under the soft velvety blankets on her bed and stares at the door. Sansa imagines that she’s back in Winterfell, and at any moment one of her loved ones will walk through the thick wooden door. Baby Rickon would use all of his strength to get into her chambers because the shadows in the night made it hard for him to sleep. Bran would come in and talk to her about anything that crossed his mind. Maybe Robb would come and work on his lessons while she diligently completed tapestries. Unwanted loneliness invades everything in the chamber. Sansa will happily stay in the chamber with her mother and father for as long as she must. She wills anyone to walk through the door and take her to them. Anyone.

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Alys swallows hard, finding her way through the corridors of the castle. She breathes easier; days have passed since the King's death, and her children are safe. Her husband convinced her to stay, to make sure they could have a hand in the fate of the kingdom; Alys slightly regrets her agreement. She wants to be home with her children.

She pauses outside a door. Alys is not a fool; she has heard rumours of the poor Stark girls trapped here. And she knows one thing; this is the room of Sansa Stark, whom so reminds her of Alla. Pretty with well-polished courtesies and of around the same age. A twinge of pity settles inside her and even though she knows it may cost, she wants to comfort the poor girl. She knocks, very lightly, on the door and holds her breath.

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There was a shout, and Alys, a very distant cousin of his passed through. He could see the woman’s face lift in a weak smile as she saw him, and the knight smiled in reply. “I’m unhurt, yes….and you? No, I haven’t…but I think Margaery got most of our family out of the way and in her chambers….have you seen Lord Renly anywhere?”

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"Good, good. I do not wish any Tyrell blood to be spilled." Alys breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank the gods for your sister." She ran through her memory, trying to think back and see if she'd caught sight of the King's brother. "No, I have not, but I'm sure he will be safe. I imagine it would've been first priority to make sure all associations to the crown were safe." 

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Ser Loras paced the corridors outside Renly’s chambers, picking at his nails as his mind filled with a hundred terrifying scenarios, the fat bloated corpse of the former king in the back of his mind’s eye. The knight worried himself, he knew that, but everytime he blinked he saw his beloved’s corpse, outstretched beside the king with a goblet of wine spilling claret from his fingers.

Shaking his head, the boy sighed. Robert was dead—-and Loras was half convinced the Lannisters had something to do with it, but would not air his views nor worries in public. If they weren’t afraid to kill the king, well, the death of a knight, no matter how promising, would mean nothing. Turning on his heel again, he was met with approaching footsteps from the right, and decided that to appear to be walking past the chambers, toward his own, would be a better course of action.

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Alys was in a panic as she ran down the halls of King's Landing. Her two daughters and husband had come with her to the Capital and she hadn't a clue where they were. "Alla! Leona!" She screamed in a panic, pushing past a guard who tried to grab her. She didn't need Lannister filth looking after her - okay, technically Baratheon, but the Lions had the true power. She spotted a familiar figure ahead and relief flooded her. It was one of her relatives - Loras. 

"Loras, are you alright?" She asked breathlessly, "Have you seen Alla and Leona? I haven't a clue of them." Panic started to overcome the relief, pounding in her veins. Where were her daughters? Her husband?

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Alys had visited the Capital for the ball of welcome. She was from a lesser-known branch of Tyrell (she was the wife of Lord Tyrell's second cousin's son - not exactly prestigious) but that didn't stop her from having ambition. She was still popping out children and knew that they could help her rise - she had two daughters, Alla and Leona, who were ten and one, and ten. Not old enough for marriage, but for betrothal.

The King had died whilst she had been visiting - the whole realm was in mourning. It didn't particularly bother her that he was dead, but she knew she had to pretend. She'd spoken to the man, briefly, about ten years ago. Didn't think much of him. 

She sat in the gardens which reminded her of Highgarden, a place her and her family had visited so many times. She sipped some tea, and noticed someone sitting down in front of her.

"Terrible thing, the King's death, do you not agree?" She mused aloud.

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Hot lovers' kisses caressed her neck. She didn't tell Leo to stop - she wasn't in the mood but she didn't mind. She unlaced her dress and kicked it off the bed, preferring to snuggle into his warm body. He slowly worked his way into her and she relaxed. He kissed her neck and ran his fingers through her hair.

"Stop." were her words half an hour later. He tried to continue but she pushed him away from her naked body. He agreed and rolled over, and she lay eagle-spread. She shut her eyes and placed a hand on her stomach, which felt like it was twisting. She frowned slightly. She wasn't sick - was she? She pulled the blankets up around her and rolled over. The feeling had gone.