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Alysanne rushed to pack her things. The chamber was full of roses, some decaying slowly and some fresh. She needed to get away from the roses for just a moment.
She really needed to go to Helaena. Her underlined help was too much for Alysanne to bear. She hoped the Tyrell's would understand.
She stopped packing. She'd have to bid them farewell, like someone from her station would.
Fine. She'd finish packing her things, and then have a servant place her sack by the exit. Then she'd find the little lord, lady regent, and acting lord Willas. She would explain her aunt was due to her labors soon, and she desperately wished Alysanne to be there. It was simple. Surely they wouldn't have qualms with her wish to support the king's daughter.
She tied her bag tightly and hauled it to the halls. "Princess!" An orderly called. "Let me."
"Thank you." She muttered, straightening her posture as she was no longer carrying the growing bag. What had she collected in her week stay that made her bag that heavy? Rocks? "To the entrance, please. And direct me to the lords and lady."
He nodded, bowing at her. She smiled, and motioned for him to stand. "Down the corridor, Princess, to the right." He pointed along the hall, and she nodded again with her thanks.
She set off in one direction while he went another. Her brisk steps were intentional. Down the corridor, to the right. She turned right as she entered the end of the corridor, and knocked on the heavy wooden doors.
"Yes?" She could hear many voices inside, speaking in hushed tones. A maid opened the door moments later.
"Princess Alysanne." The maid said, bowing. Alysanne wanted to laugh at everyone bowing in her presence. She was not yet Queen, and there was no need for the curtsy she'd experienced at Highgarden.
"Oh, Princess!" Lady Tyrell said, standing promptly. She had been sitting at her sons bedside, the master and nurses hovering around. Willas sat on the opposing side of the room, deep in parchment with a furrowed brow.
"I must inform you of my prompt departure, Lady Tyrell." Alysanne said gently. "My aunt, Princess Helaena has written to me urging to come to her side for her labors. The realm shall have another Prince or Princess soon. I do apologize for my rude departure and hope you can forgive me."
"No, please do not fret. Tis a generous thing of you, Princess. She shall be most glad of it." Lady Tyrell said. "Please, keep distance. They fear my boy has winter fever."
Alysanne looked up in shock. Her eyes met Willas, who frowned at his nephews demise. "Targaryens are immune to common disease, Lady Tyrell. Let me near." She motioned to the boy. Once Lady Tyrell had given her approval, Alysanne walked closer, peering into the small cradle.
The boy was flushed red, with raised bumps of flesh upon his arms. Alysanne looked at him fully, placing a hand upon his face to test his temperature.
"No, I do not believe this to be winter fever." She concluded, "but rather pox."
