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Queen of the Reach, Roslin Gardener.

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Singing softly to herself thinking the Sept was empty. She walking along her grey dress dusting the floor as she moved completing the duties assigned to her. Elize hadn’t noticed the figure sitting near the front of the sept until she was nearly next to them. She stopped her song and smiled. 

“I apologize for the interruption of your prayer, I thought I was alone.” 

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❝ There is no need for apologies. You have not wronged me in any way. ❞ Walking closer to the woman Roslin’s hands claps together in front of her. Riddled with honest curiosity she have the septa all of her attention. ❝ It is a very pretty song. Where did you hear it ? ❞

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*  I.  /  LYRA MORMONT.

“I think you should let your guard down just this once. Maybe, you might even enjoy yourself.” Lyra told the woman, taking a step back away from her but still holding her hand. “Have a drink…Or a few.”

❝ Maybe. ❞ She teased with a light raise of her brow. Still permitting the woman to lead her, she had grown to close the distance between their sides. Her legs felt softer and her laughter had gone louder. When raised with the suggestion, Roslin could only shake her head in opposition ❝ Oh, no. I don’t think that would be wise. ❞

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*  I.  /  TYTOS LANNISTER.

“It’s not every day we two get the chance to catch up and I have missed my friend, Queen in the Reach” Tytos chuckled softly shaking his head. They were a strange pair of friends and her company whenever it was required for him to travel into the Reach was something he treasured. “Good. How how you been?”

❝ That is true. Fortunately so for my own sake, i’d say. ❞ With the last of her japes, she signaled the staff to be left alone with the price of the Rock. A man whom she had called a friend  since before he was a man. Quick to reply with a question of her own, Roslin refused to speak of anything else at the moment. ❝  First, you must tell me what brings you to my corner of the world . My husband wrote to your father, the king , perhaps we would have made a trip to Casterly Rock and you, Tytos,  know I have never believe in coincidences. ❞ 

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*  I.  /  RHAELLA VELARYON.

“Oh, it is no trouble at all. We are happy to have a chance to dine with you. Our duties tend to overwhelm our schedules, it seems.” Rhaella admitted with a sigh. “Do tell me how you are, your grace. And your children? It has been so long since we’ve gotten to talk.”

❝ They are all well in health and otherwise, thank the Gods. ❞ Her reply appeared disingenuous or herself even uninterested in the conversation but in truth Roslin’s thoughts began to linger elsewhere. Though her journey was not long she wondered how her children dealt with her absence. Her youngest always at her hip, given to fits of obstinacy and more than difficult to mange at her most irritable days. ❝ But enough about that. I haven’t even asked you of your own state. What of yourself, your husband, your family ? How have you been ? ❞ Her lips curling into a warmer semblance. 

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It really is true. It took this awful situation for us to realize it. We fit together. I am a little too much, and he is a little too little. I am a thornbush, bristling from the overattention of my parents, and he is a man of a million little fatherly stab wounds, and my thorns fit perfectly into them.

Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

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*  I.  /  LYRA MORMONT.

Lyra took her by her arm, dragging her nearly in the direction of the rest of the drunken people. “ And here I thought you would put up a fight. ”

❝ I should. You see, I’d like to feign to know better. ❞ Roslin offered the woman and arched brow and a quiet laugh. Allowing herself to be led, she firmly grasped the woman’s arm in fear of falling.

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*  I.  /  TYTOS LANNISTER.

“No more wine for your grace? You break my heart refusing to drink with me. I’ll have to tell Lena you know that.”

❝ No, no more. ❞ Roslin covered her cup in her hand before bursting into a small fit of laughter. She knew her limit very well and how dangerously closed she was to surpassing herself. ❝ I will however stay. Lest I risk being tattled on . ❞

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*  I.  /  LYANNA KARSTARK.

     ✸     “Are you sure, your grace? House Karstark would be happy to contribute to your red wine stock, since I have enjoyed my fair share whilst residing here.”

❝ I shall accept then, only because it would be considered impolite to refuse a gift. But with so much said I hope your stay has been pleasant. I’d hate to be a terrible host to such a gracious guest. ❞

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*  I.  /  LYRA MORMONT.

“Just come along, darling. What’s the worst that can happen, hmm?”

❝ A great number of things, actually. ❞ A faint laugh passed the queen’s lips. The last thing she wished to do was fall in a drunken stupor but the melody that hummed in the air was simply too contagious to keep her feet in one place.                                                                          ❝ Shall we dance, then ?  ❞

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*  I.  /  RHAELLA VELARYON.

“Please, I insist. We’d be honored to have you as our guests and would love to hold a feast for you.”

❝ You are too kind, your grace. ❞ Warmly, Roslin smiled on the fair haired woman. It would be rude to deny a queen twice, she reminded herself. ❝ While I do not wish to trouble you, I am most pleased to keep your company. ❞

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❝ Oh, I’m afraid that won’t be necessary. ❞

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House Florent of Brightwater Keep is a noble house from Brightwater Keep in the Reach, one of the main houses sworn to House Gardener. Their sigil is a red-gold fox's head encircled by lapis lazuli flowers. Members of the House are known for their prominent ears. 

Florys the Fox a daughter of Garth Greenhand ( founder of House Gardener ), and the cleverest of his children is said to have kept three husbands, each ignorant of the existence of the other two. Her sons became the founders of House Florent, House Ball and House Peake. In some tales, Lann the Clever ( founder of House Lannister ) was a bastard born to Florys.

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*  I.  /  RAINA STARK.

“Walks are very good for us, specially with the harsh climate, I believe they are better at keeping us warm than fire itself. Then again, I’m just not very fond of fire, I prefer the cold and snow.” Raina said as her feet moved with ease, even with the wind blowing and icing her cheeks.

The queen’s very bones appeared to shake in attempt to garner heat. Not once more would she complain of the winters in Dorne or even Highgarden for that matter. Tilting her head, she bit down the clattering in her teeth and smiled lightly at the woman. ❝ Unfortunately, I cannot say the same, princess and while I very much enjoyed the beautiful landscape that Winterfell has offered, I must ask we have this conversation within the castle walls, preferably next to a hearth. ❞ 

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From my rotting body, flowers shall grow, and I am in them, and that is eternity.

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