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dainty, bright-eyed Lady Leonette was a Fossoway as well, and wed to Ser Garlan. 

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The children of Lord Mace Tyrell and Lady Alerie Hightower. 

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Leonette wore a smile on her face, hiding any of the feelings that were truly on her mind. She knew Garlan would see past it, she would say as much, the smile was for any who might glance her way, who may try to see the emotion she wanted to hide. She didn’t know what intentions others had tonight, but she would always keep her guard high. On top of all of this, Leonette knew Garlan had never been a fan of these things, it just wasn’t his nature. That made her all the more happy to have found him. She would make an effort to not leave his side again this evening.

Taking a long sip of her wine, she finally lowered her cup and nodded. Her hand in his, the gentle squeeze he gave, comforted the tension she didn’t realize she held in her shoulders. They visibly relaxed in that moment and she gave a soft sigh, stepping closer to him. “It certainly does.” She laughed. “I am, somewhat. There’s just this…feeling.” She knew she didn’t have to explain, he must’ve felt it too. “I know we are no where near the end of what is to come, but I’m already exhausted of it.” Leonette kept her voice low, only letting her husband know of her true thoughts.

Being around Leonette always brought a sense of calm and clarity to Garlan. It had been that way since the first time they’d met; he knew from one conversation that she was the woman he would marry. In the years since they’d developed a certain method of communicating without words in a way he’d only ever had with his siblings. As such, he knew just how exhausted of it all she felt, just as she likely knew he shared the sentiment. “Ours are more tasteful, though.” He sniffed, eyeing the admittedly a bit gaudy decor, though he turned to her with a teasing smile. Highgarden events were certainly just as lavish and over the top, if a touch more floral.

Garlan knew just what feeling she spoke of all too well, had felt the same sense of unease and tension since they’d arrived in the capital. Every second, it felt more and more as if they were all teetering on the edge of a precipice, just waiting for the first person to tumble over. This was hardly the place to voice such concerns, though, and so he dropped his voice to a quieter register and tilted his head towards his wife’s before responding. Let others think they were merely exchanging tender nothings. “I know,” he confessed. “It’s only a matter of time before something major happens, I can feel it. Between the King in the North’s new bride and so many questions left unanswered about the kidnappings...” Garlan sighed, the weight of it all pressing on him, though he kept his courtly mask firmly in place. “All I wish is for our safe return home - all of us.”

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While there had been a hope in her when she had left Kings Landing for her home that she would never have to return, the more pragmatic side of her knew that it would not be the case. Instead she simply had to face crowds with her head held high but not too high ( after all it would not do for a woman to dare to seem proud ) as she did her best to keep her bad memories at bay and instead played her usual role of the charming Little Rose. There was a sweet smile always hovering on rosy lips at such events though she took care to ensure that it was not too bright. 

                                    ( She was a widow now after all. )

Though pleasantries came so naturally to her when honeyed words and flattery fell so easily for her lips, she so often grew tired of having the same variation of conversations over and over again. Once she finally managed to excuse herself from a particularly zealous individual who she had been humouring for what felt like an age, she found herself with a moment to procure another glass of wine. Spotting a tray with a large number of goblets on it, dainty steps carried her over and she lifted her hand gracefully to take on, only for her fingers to brush those of another. “Oh, after you.” Gracious smile found its way onto rosy lips and knowing the produce of her kingdom well, she easily guessed the origin of the wine. “I hope you enjoy The Arbor’s finest. It is rather a lovely night, would you not say?”

Oh, how Garlan longed for the relative peace and familiarity of home. Though he’d traveled plenty, as a young man attending tourneys or a grown soldier off to war, he’d never quite lost the constant homesickness that washed over him whenever he was away. It helped little that he seemed to see his family so rarely these days; where before he was scarcely without their presence, the capital left him with hours on end without a friendly face in sight. There was no respite from the meetings and plans and while they certainly made Garlan feel useful, for at least he was good at the strategic aspect of this neverending war, it was all nevertheless exhausting.

Even these social gatherings were no more of a break from it all; politics, it seemed, went best with strong wine and a multicourse meal.

At his core, Garlan had never quite grown used to the endless social obligations that came with being a Tyrell, though he’d long since grown adept at them. Act interested in this Lord and he’ll tell every secret he knows, avoid that Lady or she’ll talk your ear off for half the night. He didn’t know how his sister managed it with such poise. As his fingers brushed Margaery’s, he felt a strong wave of relief at the familiar face. Instead of acquiescing, he grabbed two goblets, handing one to her and leaning over to press a familial kiss to her forehead in greeting. “Even the wine selection has half the Lords here ready to fight,” Garlan mused, the joke far too true to be funny. “It’s lovely enough, sure,” he agreed with a nod before turning to her conspiratorially, “but we do it better.”

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CLOSED || GARLAN + PATREK || TRAINING YARDS ( @seagards )

For the first time since the gathered armies arrived in King’s Landing, Garlan felt well and truly alive. There was something about the feeling of live steel in his hands, about the strain of muscles and the dripping of sweat, that made him feel at peace in a way nothing else in this gods-forsaken city could. He’d been on edge for days, constantly aware of all the ways his family could get hurt here amongst more enemies than friends. It felt good to remind himself that he could do something about it, that he was not powerless. Swinging his sword in a downwards arc, he knocked the last of his opponents off his feet before removing his helmet and gazing around the training yard with a sigh.

Of course, not everything about their current situation was negative. When he was younger, before they all went to war and before his baby brother met his unfortunate and untimely end, Garlan had made the rounds of the kingdom to compete in tourneys. Though not one for fame himself, he had made many a friend in the process. The sight of Patrek Mallister reminded him of this, of the competitions of their youth, and he sheathed his sword and made his way through the fighting bodies to greet the other man. “My lord, I can only assume you are here for a rematch. After all these years, do you care to lose to me again?” Garlan teased, expression open and happy in a way it had not been outside of his family’s presence in so long. “It is good to see you, old friend. Are you well?”

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Cersei’s celebration was nothing short of a showcase of her power, this Leonette knew very clearly. She knew she had a part to play as well for her family, and so despite the pit in her stomach and the odd feeling that crept up her spine everytime she talked to a noble loyal to Cersei, she wore a faux smile and made nice, going as far as to perform for a group, showcasing her expertise in playing the high harp. This surprisingly actually created a comfort for her, it was something she knew was true in these parts. After she finished and gave a curtsy to her small audience, she made her way to find a glass of wine.

“Thank you.” She said kindly to one of the servers who fetched one to her at her request. As she took a long sip, she finally spotted her husband amongst the crowd and made a bee line for him. “Husband, I thought I might not find you for the rest of the evening. It’s incredibly crowded here.” 

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Though Garlan was no stranger to events such as these, he had never been particularly fond of them either, not in the way Margaery or Loras or even Willas seemed to be. More likely to be found alone in his study than in a crowded celebration, Garlan made his rounds of the hall with a sense of complacent duty. Back in Highgarden, he’d usually been able to sit back on the dais and watch the going-ons, keeping an eye on his wife and his siblings, a role that suited him just fine. Here, though, he had to be on his best and most charming behavior, making his rounds amongst the lords and ladies of the realm. If he lingered more with the Tyrell bannermen - well, who could blame him?

Leonette’s sudden presence soothed any nerves he felt. They’d been separated rather early on, and he too shared her fears that they would not find each other until they retired to their chambers. “Leonette,” Garlan greeted with a smile, reaching out to grab her hand and give it a squeeze. “It is - puts any of our gatherings to shame, doesn’t it? Are you at least enjoying yourself, my love?”