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...
Alester sits in his quarters looking over maps and military reports reflecting the numbers of men and ships the Targaryen army possesses. It was now his duty to cover all things military as the new Master of Ships to the Targaryen Queen as well as her primary General. He was putting to use everything he had learned from lord Stark and Lord Tarley. He had been going over everything for hours when a knock at his door brought him out of his trance like state. Without looking up from his desk he speaks.
ALESTER: "Unless its urgent comeback later."
The door opens anyway annoying the man. He changes his tone to a sarcastic one.
ALESTER: "Ok who died then?"
UNKOWN: "Well I admit I'm old but I'm not dead yet child."
The young Tyrell looks up in a fast manner instantly knowing the voice and its owner.
ALESTER: "Grandmother!?"
He jumps up from his seat and rushes to hug the old woman.
ALESTER: "I cant believe your here."
OLENNA: "I told Varys not to speak a word of my coming. I wanted to see you in your natural realm."
ALESTER: "I'm afraid its not much to see. Just me reveiwing numbers and reports all day."
The old Tyrell gives him a odd look.
ALESTER: "What happened?"
OLENNA: "I know Varys has informed you all of Cersei's decimation of the sept of Baelor and of her sons death. There is something else I asked him to leave to me to tell you."
Her grandson felt a twisted pain in his stomach as if he knew exactly what she would tell him. He waited for seconds that felt like years.
OLENNA: "She murdered your brother and sister in that explosion. I had already left the city. If I tried harder I could have stopped the whole thing."
Alester wondered if his siblings were involved in the blast and now it was known. He let his head drop as he massaged his temple with his hand. Tears brimmed in his eyes but he wouldn't dare let them fall till his family was avenged.
ALESTER: "If you couldn't stop it, no one could. That much I know. Growing strong is what we will do."
OLENNA: "I always hated those words but now I think I understand them."
Alester took a deep breath.
ALESTER: "We will grieve when this war has been won grandmother. Until then we must continue on. Now I believe there's a council meeting to start soon and you will accompany me."
He left the room with a heavy heart and a pain in him he had never felt before. The only good thought in his head was about Myrcella because he knew Cersei would keep her far away from ill harm. At least physical harm that is.
DRAGONSTONE - CHAMBER OF THE PAINTED TABLE
Daenerys and her advisors are standing around a carved table of Westeros having a discussion.
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