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back in what most would claim was olenna’s heyday, she would have welcomed speaking to reporters if it reflected well on the family. she was quite versed in who were the best journalists to have on her side and who were the ones she could simply do away with. monitoring the media play of the tyrells was a habit she maintained to this day when she’s only merely mentioned in papers and turning away press inquiries, but when her secretary passes her an email with targaryen in the name, her eyebrow arches a little higher in interest.
she’s heard in passing of this little dragon, unfortunately all in relation to rhaegar’s infidelity. such a pity, olenna once mused, to have a woman’s existence wilted down to what a man did to her. she extended her condolences to the martells that day, knowing rhaegar might as well have been dead to them. she extends an invitation to rhaenys to join her in her private garden on the west side for tea and an interview, if anything to get to know the girl better.
the afternoon sun beats down on the back of her neck as one of the groundskeepers fixes an umbrella to cover the iron table, a set of tea and small pastries laid out on the surface. olenna smiles, watching her secretary lead the young woman to her. if anything olenna is confident they’ll have a good conversation.