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Chapter 1
"Do you believe that Westeros will go in shambles one day?" I asked, curious to what my father would tell me for I was a cynic like himself.
"Perhaps, it will if the King Robert won't get his head out of his arse" he continued, "My love, we are almost here in Highgarden about a mile more. Please, promise me to be on your best behavior."
"Oh father, Don't you trust me?" I smiled. He gave me a stern look but quickly laughed for he knew his young daughter was quite the handful.
Highgarden was such a beautiful place see it was far more beautiful than what my mother had told me when I was young. The way the castle glowed in the sun shining it's pristine white color or how the shrubbery were covered by roses mostly red roses. This castle was truly a sight to see and I couldn't wait to see more. Once my father and I exited the carriage we were met by my grandmother and uncle. "Grandmother! Uncle Mace!" I ran to give them a hug.
"My little rose, how beautiful you've grown to be… Now where is my grandsons?" she asked
"Wilam caught a fever and Adrian would rather be with books than people, mother said they would be on their way when he fully recovered" I told her. "Very well then, let's get you both inside" as she ushered us inside.
All four us continued to talk about recent events but were stopped for Grandmother needed to run an errand involving my cousins Margaery and Loras. I was left alone in my room for a bit but curiosity got the best of me so I left my room and began to wonder around the castle going about my way. I came across a long hall that held series of portraits of all Tyrells and I came across my mother and father's portraits together. They looked very much in love the way my father at her and the slight blush on my mother's cheeks. My mother was a Dayne and father is a Tyrell, my mother was the twin of my late aunt Ashara however, mother's hair was much lighter golden brown and her eyes a light lilac color different from Ashara's darker looks. My father was a tall lean man with darker locks but honey brown eyes. My mother says that when she first saw my father she thought he looked like a cat, of course she was kidding but it still humorous.
"One day, you'll get your portrait up there with a the other Tyrells." my grandmother catches me off guard.
"I would very much love that but grandmother looking at the portrait of my parents I can't help to wonder will I'll be as happy as they were?" I asked her hopeful for some answers.
"My little Rose, don't let those thoughts go to your head it will only get you in trouble."she said
A week had passed, before a message from the king had arrived, inviting the Tyrells to Winterfell for there was said to be a tourney that was about to be taken place. It was to honor Robb Stark's Eight and ten nameday, however it seemed that there were a bunch of eager ladies to become the next Lady of Winterfell.
My father had given me the message and it read:
"Warden of the North Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn Stark cordially invite you to attend Lord Robb Stark's Eighth and Tenth Namedays. In Honor of both are eldest Robb Stark's name day. We invite all lords and ladies to attend for so please, come to celebrate this joyous occasion".
"Winterfell?" I thought, I called upon my maiden and asked her to pack for we would be leaving Highgarden within a fortnight. I had a restless night, dreaming of wolves, stags, lions, and roses; what had this meant?
Little did I know that I would be thrown into a game of thrones
After a long ride from the South to the North, House Tyrell was only one moon day away from Winterfell. Along the way House Tyrell came across other Houses such as House Glenmore, House Cassel, House Florent, and House was just a few from many Houses who planned on attending the "festival". I seemed restless to get out of the carriage, my mother and my brothers had joined us then on the way to Winterfell.
"Sometimes I feel as though I've given birth to three boys instead of two." Allina remarked to her daughter.
"Mother, I've been living in this carriage for days now and all I want is a nice warm bed!" I sulked.
"We're almost her my sweet, please I promise you can ride an hour before we get there. Promise?" She said.
"Alright." I quietly replied.
The next day was the day most Houses started to line up towards Winterfell. I was in awe as we approached Winterfell. Finally House Tyrell's turn to be introduce to House Stark lining from eldest to youngest. Lord Stark and my father shook hands while, my mother and Lady Catelyn Stark bowed to one another. All the while the Tyrell and Stark children interacted with one another.
We all awkwardly looked at each other unsure what to do, until Wilam broke the silence, "Well, congratulations on becoming a soon to be married Lord and I swear I always thought I'd married before you considering I'm two years your senior." Wilam remarked, as he shook the eldest Stark's hand. It had been true for the protective nature of Allina Dayne did not want to give up her eldest son to what she referred many Ladies as "whores".
"Oh stop it Wilam you're scaring him! Hello Lord Stark, Happy Name Day, My name is Aurora Tyrell but call me Rose if you'd like." I commented, feeling as if our straightforwardness was a bit too much for the young Stark boy.
"Oh, you must be Lady Sansa and Lady Arya pleasure to meet you." I continued. I looked to my right and my brother Adrian and Bran speaking amicably with one another as if they her best friends since birth.
"Wilam, bring your sister and brother now our time is up now. You'll talk to them soon enough we are heading to our chambers now." Lord Tyrell interrupted.
"Well Starks, we'll see you at the feast later on tonight then?" Wilam laughed as he had to drag both Adrian and myself back with him.
Upon entering my chambers it didn't dawn on me that I hadn't had much rest and so I fell asleep for awhile. Later that evening my maid Crissy had began preparing my dress for the feast.
"My Lady, my sure you'll be the most beautiful Lady at the feast tonight." Crissy said as she was tying the laces to my corset. "You think so? I'm sure there will be plenty of other Ladies looking even more beautiful than I'll ever be." I timidly said. I looked at myself in the mirror in front of me looking at my ombre purple silk gown with intricate black and silver designs on the neckline. My hair was done in a simple updo that held a silver pin that was of of late aunt. While, my violet eyes stood out with contrast to my painted rosy pink lip. I heard a knock on my door waking me up from my thoughts.
"Come in!" I yelled. "Well, look at you my little sister looking even more beautiful than the queen will ever be" Wilam cooed, "Are you ready Rose? Let's show the world that House Tyrell is ready to conquer the world!", as he slipped his arm around me arm.
"Alright brother, let the games begin." I said.
AN: Hey guys hope you like, I feel like changing the pov to 3rd pov? Any suggestions?
