As the heir to Highgarden, Alester Tyrell embodies the virtues of nobility and justice. Fiercely loyal to his family, he stands as a beacon of honor in a realm fraught with treachery. But the path to preserving the Tyrell legacy is paved with perilo...
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Alester stood on the terrace of Highgarden overlooking the gardens as that was his place to think and plan. He then saw his sister walk into his peripheral vision pulling him from his thoughts.
Margaery: "Brother."
Alester: "Sister."
Margaery: "What is it that's going through your mind now."
Alester: " I spoke with grandmother this morning she hears a lot for an old woman."
Margaery: "Oh do tell. You've piqued my interest."
He then turned to face her eye to eye.
Alester: "She's heard rumors that the king has left with a royal procession to travel north to Winterfell. I reckon to select his new hand."
His sister smirks and then laughs.
Margaery: "That's the most Robert has done for the kingdom in a long time. That's not an offer one turns down is it."
Alester: " I know lord stark well and that means I know that he doesn't wish for the job. He's a man of the north and that is where he wants to be along with his family. But I don't think Robert will give him much of a choice in the matter."
Before Margaery could respond they were interrupted by the voice of their brother who was walking up behind them.
Loras: "Sorry to interrupt but father is asking for you Alester."
Both of his siblings gave him a knowing look as they already knew what the topic was about as their father has been pushing it on Alester for the past couple of years now. He then turned heel and made way to his father's study passing by guards and servants who all gave a slight bow out of respect for the heir. Once reaching the dual doors he gave it a quick knock and waited to hear his fathers muffled voice before entering.
Mace: "Enter."
The young man then entered the room closing the doors behind him he saw his father sitting behind his desk reading off some parchment.
Alester: "This conversation is getting quite repetitive isn't it father. Not to mention tiring."
The lord Tyrell gives his son an amused look with a hint of annoyance while his soon mirrors his look.
Mace: "Then just agree to wed then and that will be the end of it. You are my oldest son and your Twenty-five with no wife nor kids."
Alester: "I know father, but I'd rather not be arranged to marry some women who just wants to gain power and a title."
Mace: "Maybe you'd grow to love the girl?"
Alester: "Or despise her. If I was your only son I would agree that it was the up most of importance but I'm not. Loras could succeed me one day."
Mace: "And if something happened to your brother?"
Alester looked down upon his hands for a moment before looking back at his father.
Alester: "Ok....ok I get it. I take it you already have a bride chosen?"
The lord of Highgarden beamed at his son.
Mace: "Your grandmother has worked out a marriage between you and the kings daughter."
