Willas had always been the most relaxed of the Tyrells, even more so than Garlan. When Grandmother had told (not asked) him to marry Sansa Stark he had not argued. Why should he? By all accounts the girl was beautiful, kind and gentle. Not even Loras had a bad word to say about her. But then again, Willas did not know the girl. So when the Lannisters were a step ahead, the plan fell through, and the girl could not be saved, he hardly gave it a second thought.
It was long after the wars, and soon after winter when Sansa Stark was mentioned again. Lady Olenna had long been buried, but now it was his father that was insisting. Her younger brother, Rickon Stark was now Lord of Winterfell, and the Reach needed friends. Again, Willas did not protest, after all he was not as young as he had been, and Higharden was not the force it once was.
Sansa Stark arrived on a rare cloudy, thundery day in the Reach. As she dismounted, Willas realised he had miscalculated. This woman was still as beautiful as he'd hoped, but not a girl to be saved; an equal. As he stared into her ice cold eyes, Willas predicted the crowning of a new Queen of Thorns. He smiled.