Defyra
"Presenting Lady Defyra Redwyne, daughter of Lord Desmond and Lady Denyse," announced Jon Arryn. Defyra stood in front of the Royal Family in the throne room and curtsied smoothly.
She had just arrived the night before and was pretty certain that she was only summoned to court by the Queen to ensure that her precious wine had arrived safely.
Her real purpose for being in King's Landing was to find a suitable husband with a wealth of land. Her father had his sights set on expanding the family's vineyards, and a good match was key. Her brother, once knighted, would have land in Silverhill, and Defyra was certain her father had intentions of getting the Queen to introduce her to an eligible Lannister, many of whom resided west of there.
Her father had already built rapport with both Robert and Cersei, ensuring the best wine was always promptly supplied to King's Landing. The Royal couple expressed approval of his plan to build a winery much closer to the capitol instead of having to ship the wine or travel across the Reach.
Queen Cersei had a gentle smile on her face. Beside her, King Robert looked almost bored but offered a polite smile. Their three children beside them looked at her curiously. A quick glance around the room and she spotted the Queen's siblings. Ser Jaime stood with the Kingsguard but chose to forgo his helm. Lord Tyrion was sat off to the side with a pile of books beside him.
"Defyra," Cersei said, her tone curious. "Such a pretty name. No doubt pertaining to your pretty red hair?"
"I'm flattered, Your Grace. Red hair runs in the family and indeed my mother picked my name from an ancient language. It means fire." She noticed a large armored man to the left of King Robert. He was wearing a hound's head helm and she noticed that the helm had shaken a bit at the explanation of her name. She turned her attention back to the King and Queen.
"Your brother is Denys, the squire for Ser Barristan?" Asked Robert, looking towards where Denys stood behind the knight.
"Yes, Your Grace. My older brother." She caught her brother's eye and nodded in greeting. She hadn't seen him in months and wished she could run over and hug him, but it would be improper while still in the presence of the court.
"I'm sure you will enjoy your stay here in King's Landing. Please pass word on to your father that we look forward to his enterprise." said Robert.
"Of course, Your Grace. He sent along dozens of barrels of our best wine for the court to enjoy."
"Excellent. We will all have a glass tonight." Robert looked a bit more awake at the mention of wine.
"Defyra, dear. Your Name Day is in a fortnight, correct?" asked Cersei. Defyra confirmed. "We must hold a tourney and you may choose a champion in your honor. "
"You are too kind, Your Grace. I look forward to it already." Defyra curtsied again before walking to the gallery to introduce herself and get acquainted with some of the other Ladies until court was dismissed.
Sandor
Sandor 'the Hound' Clegane stood nearby as the Royal Family had luncheon in a private nook at the edge of the gardens.
Myrcella sat beside her mother and asked for her hair to be braided.
"Of course, dearest," said Cersei, turning in her seat to better reach her daughter's golden locks.
"I wish I had red hair like Lady Defyra," mused the princess. "It's so shiny and pretty."
"You mustn't wish that, darling. Your hair is touched by the sun and is just as beautiful, if not more."
"Legend has it that the whole Redwyne family drinks so much red wine that their hair became permanently tinted red," said King Robert.
"Can I start drinking wine?" Asked Myrcella.
"Not until you're much older, sweet girl," said Cersei.
"While we're talking about the Redwyne girl, who are we marrying her off to? Tyrion?" Asked Robert.
"As much as I would be honored to wed a future wine empress, I'm simply not cut out to settle down yet. Perhaps one of our cousins?" Offered Tyrion.
"I'm afraid it won't be as simple as that. Lord Redwyne is more liberal than most when it comes to his daughter. He is allowing her to pick her own suitors," said Cersei.
"Well, then, that should be an easy feat for her," said Tyrion. "The men will flock to her like flies on honey and she needs only to pick one." Cersei silently balked at Tyrion's comment and silently focused on a strand of Myrcella's braid.
"You're forgetting that she needs to find a young Lord with available land to offer her that would suffice for a vineyard and winery," said Cersei after a long pause.
"If you're so concerned, my dear, pick out the man yourself!" said Robert.
"Oh, hush." Cersei cast a look at him. He did not back down.
"I can even do it! Clegane, would you be interested in Lady Redwyne's hand?" Sandor saw Tyrion grinning in amusement and Cersei dropping her daughter's braid, an expression of horror on her face.
"Your Grace?" Sandor turned his attention to the King, trying not to convey his utter confusion.
"You've seen the girl. What do you think? Would you not want to marry her?"
"She is a beautiful woman, but I'm afraid I'm not qualified, Your Grace." Robert gave him a look. Cersei glared at him from behind her husband's back. Tyrion looked thoughtful. "...Perhaps if I had the means to, she would be a good match."
"See!" Barked Robert. "She'll be fine!"
Sandor doubted it if they ever had to resort to dangling the girl in front of a gruff man like him. He returned to his idle pose, but now with his mind buzzing with intrusive thoughts.