setting: the westerlands, during the first few days whilst everyone is gathered in casterly rock, ayca spots a familiar figure and, after much contemplation, chooses to make an apology for her previous behavior.
context: ayca was a total asshole to garrick during the reach storm lol
starter for @garrick-cargyll
she hadn't an opportunity to speak to the man alone during their time in king's landing, often seeing him performing his duty as high commander, or in conversation with another, that there left little room for her to approach him. ayca was glad she had waited, however, as truthfully she were still reeling from their interaction, despite her very part in it escalating the way it did. the holy month, however, was a time where she dedicated herself to great contemplation - would her life go in the direction she hoped it to, she would need to make a conscious effort to change, too. and not to her core, she knew she were not a bad person, deep down, only intolerant, and easy to rile.
ayca knew such stubbornness need hold no room in her interactions, where she needed to present herself a lady worthy of her name. and she did, mostly, but the few curt interactions she had with a select few lately stuck with her, and she wondered if it stuck with them, too. on her list, as well, as the eldest of the tully princesses, and she had already instructed a painting of riverrun to be sent to her ahead of her attempt to be amicable with the other lady.
in the gardens outside of the castle, now, she spotted the high commander, having finished a conversation with another lord, and now alone - her window of opportunity coming along, and she had to take a deep inhale to prepare herself to swallow her pride. before she could over-think it, feet found themselves nearing the man. "lord cargyll." she greeted, her voice steady and pleasant, though not forced. it were her natural voice in interactions like these, long practiced. "i imagine you are surprised at my speaking to you, but i will not overcomplicate what i wish to say." she stated. "and that is, i apologize for my behavior in the reach. i was...well...soaked from the rain and terribly moody, but you did not deserve my harshness towards you."
it took every bit of her to admit it and she were admittedly glad it was over, now. part of her hoped he apologized in return, part of her hoped he would simply accept it and she could move on, to never speak to him again. one hand was crossed over the other at her front as she awaited his response.
