a golden rose ;;

twenty-eight, lorence tyrell.

[sabrinaacarpenters]

COREY MYLCHREEST as KING GEORGE III in QUEEN CHARLOTTE: A BRIDGERTON STORY (2023-)

[dailyflicks]

COREY MYLCHREEST as KING GEORGE III QUEEN CHARLOTTE: A BRIDGERTON STORY (2023—)

[lorencetyrell]

open starter location: in town

king's landing was a city of contrasts. the mingling scent of fresh bread from a nearby bakery, ocean brine from the blackwater bay, and the faint tang of city life hung heavy in the air. cobbled streets bustled with people from all walks of life: nobles clad in fine silks, merchants haggling with fervor, and smallfolk going about their daily chores. among the crowd, the towering sept of baelor loomed, a testament to faith's hold on the city, while in the distance, the red keep perched atop aegon's hill, ever watchful.

lorence hightower, garbed in a refined tunic bearing the burning tower emblem of his house, navigated through the maze of king's landing streets, his short brown hair catching glints of sunlight that managed to pierce through the overhead canopies. he halted momentarily outside a bookshop, where scrolls and tomes from various parts of westeros were on display. though his primary purpose in the city was managing house hightower's trading interests, the allure of knowledge often sidetracked him.

lorence had been wandering around the city for hours now; his destination clearly not in sight. seeing an individual, perhaps a scholar or another noble, examining some parchments, lorence approached with a courteous nod. "a city of tales and histories, wouldn't you agree?" he mused, extending a hand towards the parchments. "you wouldn’t know which direction is east, would you? it seems i have lost my way."

[harlawlady-deactivated20240315]

open starter

"Assassinations are exceedingly common in the history of the Iron Throne." Gwyn absentmindedly mused, perhaps more blunt than necessary. "Good Kings, bad Kings, even Queens or royal children, no one is safe. It's an innate danger that comes with having the throne." She imagined there were also plenty unnoted assassinations that weren't marked in history. Be it because the perpetrator was so clever it looked like a natural death or because history was written by the victors and an honorable victory looks better without the stain of illicit murder.

"Whoever did it, they've certainly done a remarkable job at interrupting peace talks." she huffed, sipping her wine. She would have just stayed in the Ten Towers if she knew this visit was likely to extend as long as it seemed to be heading towards, with no end in sight. Not when any sign of leaving could appear as if they were fleeing. With how often Ironborn were know to stir chaos and incite uprisings in relatively recent years passed, she thought it best to not bring about any sort of suspicion to her people. "So quickly do the ambitious forget how awful wars are."

And to think she had debated bringing her brother along with them! He could have been all alone in the Ten Towers without her or father to care for him for Drowned God knows how long. Of course, she wasn't particularly happy that he was in the Red Keep when assassins were running around either, but she'd rather have him close than far. Finally pulling herself out of her thoughts, she shot a glance to her unwitting companion who had stumbled upon her musings, "Has there been any success in finding the culprits yet?"

[lorencetyrell]

lorence listened attentively to the ironborn’s candid musings, her attire giving her away. his own expression remained thoughtful as he considered her words. he found her bluntness and honesty refreshing amidst the web of courtly intrigues and veiled intentions that often surrounded him.

the woman’s perspective on the history of the iron throne and the inherent dangers it entailed was accurate and he couldn't help but nod in agreement as she spoke. "indeed, the iron throne has seen its share of turmoil and danger, and history has a way of concealing the darker chapters," lorence replied, his orbs meeting hers with understanding. "those who seek power and influence often tread paths fraught with deception and hidden motives. it is a good reminder that even amidst peace talks, the ambitions of some can cast a long shadow."

he took a sip of his own wine, contemplating her question. "from my understanding, efforts are continuing to be made to investigate the late king’s death, but the path to uncovering the truth is seldom easy," he explained, his tone conveying a mix of concern and determination. "it seems those behind the murder have left little trace of their involvement. rather, trying to frame one of the northern prince’s in the process.”

"i don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of meeting, my lady.” a faint smile appears on his face, “i must say, i imagine the iron islands have gained a strong and astute advocate in you," he complimented her sincerely, acknowledging the strength of character she had already displayed just from their brief interaction.

[coryssaswann]

Who: Open Where: The Coronation Festivities

Pulling out a flask that was hidden within her skirts, Coryssa poured its contents into an empty goblet. As she was about to raise it to her lips, she saw someone looking in her direction. "Given what happened at the last gathering, I wasn't about to drink from wine that could be tampered with." She said with a shrug before putting the glass to her lips. "So far all seems to be well but I'm not going to take any chances."

[lorencetyrell]

lorence observed coryssa's cautious approach with a faint smile, appreciating her awareness and percautions. as he approached her, his eyes lingered on the flask she had concealed within her skirts. "wise decision," he remarked, his voice carrying a hint of admiration. "given most recent events, one must always be vigilant."

he glanced around the room, the grandeur of the gathering and the web of intrigue filling the air. "these events can be treacherous waters to navigate, and caution is a valuable companion. it seems you have mastered the art of safeguarding yourself amidst the currents of courtly affairs," he added, a subtle note of intrigue in his gaze. "allow me to introduce myself properly. i am lorence hightower,” he nodded his head towards her, “and you, my lady, are clearly a woman of shrewd judgment and careful discernment."

[atychiphobiias]

"ah yes," steffon paused momentarily, his brow briefly furrowed as he stopped to consider any possible angles the younger male might have. "i must apologize for that," not that he really cared, but it was the polite thing to do, "i have been horribly busy," the truth. he'd lost track of how many nobles he'd had to entertain, holding the same conversation over and over tended to do that. "a wonderful idea," he forced a smile to go along with his response, "when do you suggest we have this dinner?"

[lorencetyrell]

as lorence stood there, the ambience of the red keep wrapped around them like a cloak of formality, he couldn't help but notice the chill in the air – not from the stone walls, but from the demeanor of the lord before him. the banners of various houses that draped the austere walls seemed to whisper secrets, mirroring the hidden intentions of the conversation.

he maintained his courteous facade, hiding his true emotions beneath a mask of diplomacy; a mask he chose to not wear very often, but when it came to steffon lannister, he wore this mask well. as he listened to steffon's response, he couldn't help but sense the lord's detachment and disinterest. it was a stark contrast to the warmth and longing that filled his own heart, which beat with a fervent desire to bring tytos closer to him. this is why he wanted this meeting with steffon in the first place. he knew that securing a close tie between house hightower and lannister was crucial for his eventual plan of securing tytos a position at his own court. with his own father still the ruling lord, it made it difficult for him to make this become a reality. but if the idea came from steffon, his father would be less likely to refuse.

"perhaps tomorrow evening?" lorence suggested, his voice steady despite the turmoil of emotions swirling within. "i am happy to host you at my personal chambers."

[gildedlannister]

Tytos furrowed his brow as Lorence told him that he would still love him regardless if he was a fisherman or a field hand, because he would still have the same heart as he did now. It was a nice thought, but he was quickly confused when Lorence said that the sun and moon were distant from one another. It was clear to the plain eye that they were very close to one another, and in fact you could sometimes see them in the sky together.

"The sun and moon are neighbors though, they exist right next to one another. Are you sure they are distant like you say or is that just some sort of fancy expression?" He quickly smiled at what Lorence said after that. "Oh, and what makes you think you can afford my rates now? The tab you've worked up, Highgarden is going to be all but mine the moment you become the Ruling Lord and I call in your debts. Why I practically own the clothes you're wearing now. Maybe I should repossess them this very moment."

[lorencetyrell]

lorence couldn't help but chuckle at tytos' confusion about the distance between the sun and the moon. he tilted his head slightly, a playful glimmer in his eyes. "i merely meant that if we came from different worlds, and you were a courtesan, and i a mere common man, we would likely never truly come together, but rather forever destined to be apart."

he listened to tytos' teasing response about his rates as a courtesan, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "you do have a point there, lannister. highgarden may indeed be yours one day, but let's not get ahead of ourselves, shall we?" he raised an eyebrow suggestively. "as for repossessing my clothes, i'm afraid you'll have to catch me first," he replied, his voice filled with a teasing lilt.

he took a step closer to tytos, his voice dropping to a low, intimate whisper. "as for my debts, consider them an investment in a future filled with love and adventure," he said, a tender affection coloring his words. in that moment, lorence's heart swelled with warmth, grateful for the presence of tytos in his life. it was a love that defied expectations, a love that dared to exist despite the obstacles that lay before them. and as they stood there, amidst the grandeur of the court, lorence couldn't help but silently promise himself to cherish every stolen moment, every whispered word, and every secret glance they shared.

“i want you to come back to highgarden with me. when this is all done and over with, i mean.” he confesses, "even if it means making up a position for you. i can’t go months without seeing you again.”

[scigne]

“Perhaps once we leave here, we can look into the reach and the artisans.” She was more likely to forget about their chat once tomorrow arrived. She was the type of person who rapidly became bored with things; those who could retain her attention were few and far between.

When it came to the Great Sept of Baelor, Ceryse believed she might be persuaded. She couldn’t deny that she was intrigued to see how it compared to the Starry Sept of Oldtown or even the one in Highgarden. Even if it was successful in impressing her, she would never confess it. Ceryse was filled with pride for Highgarden and all in it. “The Great Sept could be something worthwhile.” she agreed. “As commonfolk?” she laughed at the following offer. “Is there no way to see that bookshop while still being ourselves?”

[lorencetyrell]

lorence chuckled at his sister's laughter, his own lips curling into a mischievous smile. "ah, dear sister, as much as i would relish the idea of venturing into the bustling markets in our current attire, i fear we would not go unnoticed," he replied, his voice laced with playful sarcasm. "dressed as we are, we would surely be asking for one of the common folk to pick our pockets." he wouldn't be bothered by such a possibility, but he knew his sister would.

however, lorence couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as he continued, his voice tinged with amusement. "although, i must admit, seeing you in peasant's attire might be a sight to behold, dear sister. can you imagine the shock on our father's face if he were to stumble upon us in such a state?" he let out a soft chuckle, envisioning the disbelief that would surely wash over their father's face.

his playful demeanor softened, and he glanced at ceryse with a fond smile. "but in all seriousness, we could explore the tapestries of the great sept and indulge in the wonders that king's landing has to offer, all while remaining true to ourselves. no need for disguises or pretenses. the choice is yours."

[atychiphobiias]

location: within the red keep participants: steffon lannister & lorence hightower ( @lorencehightower )

"lord hightower," steffon's brows furrowed only momentarily as he turned to greet the younger male. although his greeting was devoid of any real emotion, it wasn't a reflection of any feelings he held towards lorence - rather, a sign that he was growing tired of their current situation. "is there something i can help you with?" okay, maybe he was slightly annoyed by lorence's presence.

[lorencetyrell]

"lord lannister," lorence began anew, his voice taking on a more determined undertone. the ambience of the red keep, with its austere stone walls adorned with draping banners of different houses, lent a palpable gravity to his words. "i must admit we have not had ample opportunity to converse at length, beyond formalities."

subtle as a soft melody carried on an evening breeze, he steered the conversation towards the path he wished to tread. he was playing the dance of diplomacy, where the rhythm was set by the echoing words, and each beat hinted at more significant meanings. it was a dance he was not overly familiar with, but with the expectations of his father starting to grow wider, a simple meal could open doors to understanding, alliances, perhaps more.

"in this light, i thought it might be fitting to extend an invitation for us to dine," lorence offered, his gaze steady on steffon, reflecting the sincerity behind his words. the surrounding tapestries and gold leafed motifs seemed to fade into obscurity as he focused on the lord before him. "a private gathering, where the clamor of court can be set aside, and we can engage in more personal discourse, between our houses."

[gildedlannister]

Tytos raised one of his eyebrows at Lorence, he was surprised at how bold the other was actually being. Perhaps he had finally started to rub off on him. As Tytos was nothing but bold always, he leaned in closer to Lorence, no doubt his breath smelled like the sweet wine mentioned, "Your love? Very brave of you to say that here. Almost as if you're begging me to kiss you right here, in front of everyone." When Lorence handed him the goblet, he took it, drinking the water. He felt like a child but knew better than to not listen to Lorence, less he wanted to hear his scoldings later.

Folding his arms over his chest when he was asked if he would still have Lorence, even if he was a commoner. "If that were the case, then I doubt we'd have ever even met. But if you were one of the common fisherman of Lannisport, or one of the men who worked the field, of course I'd still have you. What about you? If I was some mummer or Oldtown prostitute? Would you still have me?"

[lorencetyrell]

lorence’s lips curled into a soft smile, feeling a warmth spread through him at their playful banter. despite the longevity of their relationship, lorence still found himself pleasantly surprised by tytos. the audacious lion, who managed to turn every corner of the world into his own personal stage, who dared to dance so close to the edge of the precipice that held their clandestine affection. tytos was a melody in a world often too filled with silence, an enigma that lorence couldn’t help but find utterly enchanting. it was a trait he found equal parts endearing and maddening.

"bold words from a man who's had one too many glasses of arbor gold." he retorted, his voice barely a whisper, a flirtatious spark dancing in his eyes. the corners of his mouth twitched in amusement, resisting his own urge to kiss him right then and there, in front of the entire court. even though he wanted to, he knew he could never allow such an impulse to become reality.

at tytos’ reply to his question, lorence paused, his gaze softening. the thought of tytos as a commoner did little to change his affection for the man. in fact, it only made him love him more. he turned to one of the servants who was passing by, putting his half filled goblet onto the tray, signalling he was done drinking for the night. he waited for the servant to be long gone before turning and keeping his next words as a low whisper. "as a fisherman or a field hand, you'd still have the heart of tytos lannister, the heart i fell in love with. and that, my love, is all that matters to me.”

“if you were to tread the path of a courtesan, our worlds would be as distant as the sun and the moon.” he paused for effect, a playful glint in his eye. “not because i would think less of you, but for the simple fact that i couldn't afford your rates." he teased.

[ethanhunt-deactivated20230911]

“When I was an infant, my colic was never just colic. My colic was a disaster. An ill omen. The potential ruin of England. When I was a boy, refusal to eat my peas was the potential ruin of England. An incorrect sum at mathematics, the potential ruin of England. I have lived my entire life in terror of acting incorrectly because every incorrect action threatened the ruin of England. That terror nearly broke me. I found places to hide. My farms, my observatory. My madness. I thought that terror was the price of being royal. Now, I have met a woman who is never terrified. Who does as she pleases. Breaks rules, courts scandal. Commits unthinkable impertinences. And she is the most royal person I have ever known.” Corey Mylchreest as King George III in Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story (2023)

[scigne]

Even though she knew he wasn’t serious, she rolled her eyes at his statements. Perhaps she was simply not in the mood for such levity. “Very funny, brother,” she murmured, returning her sight to the shrubs. Even if it seemed silly in her mind, there was something pleasant about observing them.

“Yes, or we could even make this a competition,” she remarked, her suggestion not meant to be taken seriously. She was just playing along. “We could make an official announcement throughout the reach and invite anyone with the necessary skills and desire to show us what they can do - if their ideas are superior to those of the Iron Throne. They would then be rewarded with a few pennies and the reputation of being the greatest in the realm.”

“It’s only the gardens I’ve seen,” she said, reaching out her hand to accept his gesture as they changed the subject. “I haven’t had time to explore further,” Ceryse said. “Do you have anything of interest?”

[lorencetyrell]

lorence chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he watched his sister's orbs roll. he sensed her disinterest in their lighthearted banter, so he softened his tone, his voice adopting a more earnest quality. "and you would be the judge for this competition, of course. your attention to detail is unmatched, and it would be a great injustice to doubt your discerning eye." the pair walked side-by-side as they began to make their way through the gardens. “an opportunity for the reach’s artisans to showcase their mastery, to vie for the honor of being hailed as the greatest in the court of thorns and roses.” although his initial response was made in jest, the more he thought of the idea, the more he grew to like it. he made a mental note to follow up on this idea upon his return to highgarden.

"well, then," lorence cleared his throat, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes in response to ceryse’s mention of not having the opportunity to explore all of what king’s landing has to offer. "that simply won't suffice. shall we explore the tapestries that tell tales of the forgotten heros? visit the great sept? or perhaps we could indulge in a touch of adventure, disguising ourselves as commonfolk and venturing into the bustling markets and exploring the many acloves. truth be told, there is a bookshop i wouldn’t mind seeing.” he would do anything if it meant allowing him to get out of his responsibilities for the day; anything to keep him away from their father.

[ethanhunt-deactivated20230911]

He is so happy. I have never seen him so… Look at him. Corey Mylchreest as King George III in Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story (2023)

[gildedlannister]

One of the biggest benefits that came from being raised at Highgarden meant that it was never odd when he spent more time with Lorence at feasts than with his own family. People knew they were good friends, many assuming their relationship was that of brothers then the truth of it. He finished his required duties, spoke with his siblings and now he found himself being drawn to Lorence.

His hands went instinctually to fix a fly away hair he had, before picking a hair that was resting on his shoulder off, and flicking it to the floor. "We can't have the future Lord Paramount of the Mander, Warden of the South, Defender of the Marches, High Marshall of the Reach and Lord of Highgarden looking like a common Flea Bottom peasant now can we?" Tytos quickly paused, a soft giggle leaving his lips. "I think I might be drunk, but it is entirely your fault for letting the Arbor produce such a good gold."

@lorencehightower

[lorencetyrell]

lorence's eyes lit up as tytos approached, a hidden smile tugging at the corners of his lips. the pair had woven a delicate web of secrecy, concealing their love behind the mask of friendship. tytos's fingers brushed against one of his stray hairs, sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine. in that simple touch, they shared a language of love known only to them. amidst the revelry and deceit of the feast, their connection was a flame that burned brightly, casting a veil over the world that surrounded them.

lorence's gaze held a yearning, a desire to escape the political intricacies that entangled them. he longed for stolen moments in the comfort of their chambers, where they could bask in the warmth of each other's presence. he envisioned a stolen evening together, wrapped in tytos' arms, losing himself in the pages of a book with a cup of tea, pausing every so often to share plot updates with tytos. tytos was not much of a reader, but enjoyed when lorence read to him.

lorence's gaze darted briefly, his eyes scanning the room for prying eyes and listening ears. the weight of their secret burdened his shoulders, a constant reminder of the careful steps they must take to not reveal themselves. yet, amidst the grandeur and artifice, they found solace in stolen glances and subtle touches, their love an elusive flame that flickered in the shadows.

"blame the seductive allure of the arbor's finest golden brew, my love, for it seduces even the most noble hearts." he teased, his voice tinged with affection. it was a shared understanding, a quiet acknowledgment of their hidden desires amidst the facade they presented to the world. he turned to a servant who walked passed with goblets, reaching for one that looked like it was filled with water and handed it to tytos. "drink this. it'll help."

leaning in closer to tytos, lorence whispered with a playful hint in his voice, a secret shared softly. "i think i would take being a common flea bottom over my titles any day. the real question is would you still have me; if i was known as just peasant lorence, and not lord hightower?"

[goldenlicness]

leila knew the affect she could have on others, and not necessarily in the most scandalous of ways, but simply in that she was assured, forward, moreso than the society built around them deemed appropriate for a woman of her status. of course, it was far less of an issue within the walls of casterly rock, where many were quite used to the young lionesses bold disposition.

she liked when others could appreciate art and beauty, though she may have more selfish reasons for such things, somewhere deep down, there was a sense of self-satisfaction in commissioning something herself, even if she was not the hand that brought it to life, she always took great pride in the work that she bought. “that would be very kind of your, my lord.” leila replied, a hint of amusement in her voice, though it seemed to be her natural tone moreso than an inclination of what she was actually thinking.

“perhaps, indeed.” the lady replied, a firm nod following, turning to face him more directly. “i still prefer casterly rock, but i enjoy any occasion to meet new faces.” and gossip, oh the gossip. “faring well, the journey isn’t particularly delightful, but i imagine it will be worth it.” blonde brows rose. “and you, lorence? i must say i am quite surprised not to see you in the company of my brother, for once.” she teased.

[lorencetyrell]

he found his gaze fall to the ground for a short moment, an upside down grin forming on his face. glancing upwards, he sees her golden tresses cascaded elegantly, framing her face and drawing attention to her green eyes. there was a certain sparkle in those eyes, revealing a depth of understanding and a playful spirit. he had always admired leila’s astuteness and perceptiveness, recognizing that she saw through facades and understood the hidden truths beneath. given this, leila's perceptiveness came as no surprise when it came to unravelling the true nature of the relationship between lorence and tytos all those years ago. leila had been one of the first to see through the facade, recognizing that their connection ran far deeper than mere friendship, that it held an intimacy that surpassed the ordinary bonds of companionship.

“i have been fairing quite well," he began, "as you know, my inclination towards politics is rather... lacking. much to my father’s disappointment. if my father had his way, i'd be glued to his side, entangled in plots and conspiracies round the clock to further influence the family’s name. it took some maneuvering to even slip away this morning unnoticed.”

casting a discreet glance over his shoulder, he ensured they were in a secluded spot, away from prying eyes and wandering ears, before continuing their conversation. “we have plans to meet here soon enough.”

he offered his arm out to her, inviting her to join him as they journeyed through the gardens. "what do you make of the potential treaty between us and the north?"

[scigne]

While wandering through the royal gardens, she had encountered several people. The gardens were lovely, and the weather was pleasant enough to make one want to roam around, taking in the fresh air. Ceryse adored the gardens back home in Highgarden, but the royal ones still piqued her interest.

Lorence, her elder brother, was the last person she expected to see walking past. It was amusing that they had both had the same thinking. Perhaps she might take use of the occasion to discuss their opinions of the capital thus far, as well as the festivities.

“A tedious amount of time,” she remarked as she approached her brother, her gaze fixed on the shrubs in question. “As much as I love plants, I can’t imagine devoting my time to depicting something like that,” she stated, her hands swinging in a round motion. “I hope they were fairly compensated for their efforts.”

[lorencetyrell]

lorence hightower raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he turned to face his sister. with a playful smile, he responded, "ah, but is that not why we have servants? to toil under the scorching sun, while we stroll through these magnificent gardens, appreciating their hard work?" his words were in complete jest; the importance of showing their servants respect - a value that was instilled in him by their late mother.

he chuckled lightly and continued, "although, i must admit, the idea of devoting oneself to shrubbery art is quite fascinating. perhaps we should commission a topiary masterpiece in highgarden and see if our gardeners can rise to the challenge. we might even consider depicting our dear mother's infamous hat collection."

lorence enjoyed teasing his sister, but deep down, he admired her compassion and genuine concern for others. he leaned in closer, his tone turning more sincere. "but on a serious note, ceryse, i'm glad we can enjoy these gardens together.” he turned to her, giving her his arm so they could walk together. “what other marvels have caught your eye during our time in the capital? any hidden gems i should know about?"

[lorencetyrell]

valyrianblooded​:

the keep and capital were uncomfortably full with the arrival of the westrosi nobility, and it seemed now the only time she could get a moment to herself ( to properly breath ) was during the early morning hours. traipsing through the gardens with a particular destination in mind ( sworn sword clunking along behind her ), the woman nearly tripped over her own feet at the sight of another wandering the gardens. hightower, if she was recalling from the introductions in the previous days. rhaenys knew she ought to ignore the man — to soak in the solitude while the opportunity still presented itself, but the part of her brain that had been trained to be a proper host nagged enough that she released a sigh and redirected her path.

just barely catching the murmured comment, brows arch ( pearly whites digging into her lower lip to keep the amused laugh from escaping ). softly clearing her throat, the woman allowed her own amethyst gaze to take in the shrubs. “from my knowledge, my lord, they change the depiction every year or so. the gardeners are artists of the greenery, are they not?” dipping her head in greeting, the targaryen woman continued, “i am certain the gardener who oversees the overall care for the keeps grounds would be happy to offer any insight, should you have questions.” 

he heard the soft clearing of a woman's throat and voice, the unexpected visitor leaving him slightly startled. he turned, recognizing the woman as one of the targaryen princesses; her platinum hair and amethyst orbs giving her identity away instantly. "your royal highness." he stated, lowering himself as he bows towards her. he quickly made eye contact with the guard who stood behind her, the man shifting in his spot and maintaining a protective stance towards the princess. he silently greeted the man with a swift nod of his head. 

"remarkable." he stated in response to her sharing of knowledge surrounding the greenery in front of them, secretly wishing he had brought his notepad with him to quickly write this all down. "if it not too much trouble, i would like that very much." he had questions. many questions, in fact. he made a mental note to make an afternoon out of it.

the pair stood in silence for a short moment. but despite the silence, he didn't sense awkwardness between the two of them. instead, he couldn't help but notice a sense of sadness fill the void; a heavy heart that seemed to be desperately holding itself together. "please accept my deepest condolences for the loss of your grandmother." he stated softly. "the queen is a great loss to the world. i can only imagine how difficult it must be to be hosting all of westeros during a time that is supposed to be for grieving." he had lost his own mother over two years ago, but the ache of such a loss never truly goes away. it creeps up on your; one moment everything is fine, and then suddenly it's not.