A/N: Ok, so I probably should wait until Save Them or The Maia is finished before I upload this, but I am very impatient and really want to post this. I hope you enjoy, and a quick disclaimer: I own nothing.
Mace
The serving maid was pretty. Not pretty in the way that his wife was, granted, but still pretty. He had never wanted to marry Alerie, and although her fair silver hair and pretty face were enticing, he still wished he was free from her. This girl, Nella, had long brown curls and big doe-like eyes. Mace had bedded her easily, for she was meek and quiet and obeyed his every command. When she gave birth to a girl, he felt magnanimous and acknowledged her. He put her to work in his kitchen and paid her a monthly allowance, and let her take the name Flowers. But he didn't love her - how could he, when she was not trueborn? He soon lost his love for her mother, as hard work roughened her hands and lined her brow, and as hunger reduced the curve of her hips. The girl child was taught her place from a young age, as one day he caught her playing with Willas and Garlan in the garden. He had beaten her and taken her back to the kitchen, telling her never to play with his children again.
She had obeyed, and never called him father after that either. He doubted if she was intelligent enough to realise that she was far luckier than most bastards, for she seemed to resent him, and scowled whenever she saw him. When she gave him a particularly nasty look, he would hit her hard. But most of the time she was a good girl, working hard at her job and respectfully calling him "My Lord".
Mace never bothered to learn her name. He did not see the point in learning it. She was only bastard filth, after all. She was not a true Tyrell. He had known her mother's name, but once their dalliance ended he had let it slip from his mind. She did not matter, anyway. She had been only a passing fancy, and meant no more to him than her daughter.
I am Lord of Highgarden, he thought to himself, and I need not trouble myself over foolish peasant women.