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“YOUR words are most kind, my lady. it’s true tywin lannister and his ilk are tyrants. i intend to eradicate their power over my people and restore a rightful order back where it belongs.” renly says so seriously, with all the bravado and promise of a king. he wears the crown well; it sits prettily atop his head – antlers and roses in unity and bloom – the pageantry of it all has proved worthy of his time; JUSTICE shall, in turn, taste just as sweet. “i am curious what sort of support you come to offer. have you men in your service?”
“The kindness of them is hardly relevant, Your Grace. My words are true, there is no intent of flattery behind them.” Tysha pushes a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes fixed on the king. she can see why the people loves him, he seems to have put much effort into his image, but from what she’s heard he’s also worthy of the people’s love.
“I have a small force of fighting men, not enough to make any real difference in your forces, Your Grace. I bring with me a tribute of gold, although I hear you’re quite set in that department. Aside from that I have contacts across the sea, but more important is my connection to the tyrant lions themselves. I haven’t been entirely upfront. I carry no banner and go only by my given name to give people the impression that I have no name to speak of, but before I left Westeros as a young girl, I was married before the gods. The whole ordeal was the foolish affair of children in love, and brought more ill than good, but nonetheless, I am wed to Tyrion Lannister, much to his father’s distaste.”
