#garetha

[sothasil]

The Keep's most valiant heart, its little garden maid.

Illustration and dividers for a fan event, in collaboration with a writer. I was the one to chose to make something for the character of Garetha, who stood out to me in my read despite her minor (and ever so discreet!) presence! Link in comments.

[motherofcavy]

(simplified) ROTE love triangle with corrections

[not-neolionheart23]

I know it’s written like Garetha the garden maid is in love with the Fool. However I think there’s a slight chance that she was fujoing out the whole time though.

Because, hear me out hear me out, if my OTP that I thought was dead/lost to me years ago suddenly emerged, together, and under New IdentitiesTM as lord and servant, I too would sneak the flowers in every breakfast delivered by the one playing servant *nudge nudge wink wink* ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

It wasn’t her fault they were not actually together together and Fitz is a blockhead who takes no hint. My Garetha failed wing-woman agenda. Imagine being the catalyst (pun-intended) of your OTP most heart-breaking part of the quarrel.

[maddyisenough]

Prompt: jest for @rote-microfic (312 words)

This one is set somewhere in Assassin's Apprentice.

Morning cold air blew past my cheeks as I clenched my hands on the edge of the stone wall and lifted my head to scour the area for the Skillmaster who could not even take a jest from a fool! My ears rang like the bells from my new summer motley did every time they touched. I took a breath. After Galen tired from stealing my juggling balls and throwing them at me, he must have tossed them somewhere in the Women's Garden. Once I made certain the area was cleared and no servants' children had followed me from the hallways, I jumped over the wall and landed on my feet in spite of the throbbing ache in my forehead. The Women's Garden was empty except for a girl who was perhaps a year or so older than my Catalyst. Our gazes met and she did not become frightened or furious or ready to shout at me to leave. Nor did she grab a stone to throw at me. She smiled shyly, turning toward the daffodils and picking the weeds growing amongst them. I glanced away, searching for the place where my juggling balls must have landed. They were, in the end, soaking in the pond, the red and blue ones a shade paler than the one I had painted them as. After I retrieved them, I passed by the garden girl who looked up at me with a welcoming smile. My King needed me but I could linger for a while. I juggled for her and told her the story of the fisherman who thought that if he could catch one hundred silver fish in a day, the next one would be of gold. She laughed and then I left the Women's Garden. Later that evening, a bouquet of daffodils was at the base of the staircase to my tower room.

[katrinsupernova]

The quarrel

Illustration series for the Golden Fool by Robin Hobb

[elderling-magic]

Letters from the Garden Girl

Another one of my works from the “RotE ladies big bang 2020″ is this short fic I wrote yesterday about the letters Garetha sent to her mother about her strange pale friend. There are only 5 short letters and I had fun writing them.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24240415/chapters/58409689

[martamontell]

I plan to draw Patience, Garetha, and maybe Kettricken <333!! But I haven’t time XDDD and Inktober is coming!! AHHHH D: !!!!

PS: A few months ago I thought drawing Molly to give it to fandom, but with the problems I've had just because I have a different opinion. I'm not going to draw her.XDDD

[coupleofmilkshakes]

I really hate Garetha's voice when she is singing "Hear me out" is like a cow having babies, uff.

And i am a big fan of Frou frou.

- Martin & Garetha