Kingslayer [Game of Thrones] ✓

Where the flowers still bloom

Willas Tyrell steps into the throne room, escorted by the four men left of all of highgarden, only to feel arms embrace him. "Oberyn?", he asks, surprised. The two men exchange a look of happiness with each other. "Welcome my friend! You've made it here as well!", Oberyn chuckles, patting his shoulder. "As well?" "I came here with my daughters shortly after the Baratheon boy passed. The first one.. I needed to know them safe and I knew that Matos would be the safest place to be.", he says, nodding towards the group of people looking their way. "Welcome to Matos and the high palace, Willas. Welcome to the only garden where flowers still bloom."

Medusa H'gar walks down the steps to them, offering the man her hand. Immediately, just by looking into those green eyes Willas knows just whom stands before him. The crown on her head doesn't even matter. It is her eyes. Her deep saphire gaze. He takes it and bows his head as he places a kiss onto the back of it. "Thank you.", he breathes and the queen can't help but feel the need to reach out, help him straighten up and look into his eyes once more. "Willas Tyrell.. Oberyn Martell pledged for your life and that of your grandmother with his. And as much as I hate to admit that he has gained some of my trust and respect over the time he has spent here. Your stay will be as pleasant as it can be considering the circumstances. And I do believe we will be able to accomodate to your needs, considering your injuries..", she nods towards his leg. "This is all I can promise you. Nothing more. Nothing less. But for now you are safe here. Should I find that you are still spying for the Targaryen girl however, please consider yourselves dead." Willas chuckles. "What good is it being allied to a queen when it ends in the massacre that ended most of highgarden?", he asks. Medusa raises her eyebrow. "I don't know. And neither do I know why anyone would allign themselves with either of those sides. Both are so pathetically incapable of keeping in mind the greater image. The Targaryen girl forgets that most of Westeros hates her and her family more than the Lannisters due to the violent nature of the Mad king. Cercei Lannister does not see anyone but her direct family, ignoring both threats and help, making enemies left and right. If she believes the mockingbird to be her servant.. she might not only be blind but also blessed with the smarts of a rock.", Medusa says, rolling her eyes. "Incapability annoys me. Especially in women. It makes it easier for us to be displayed as useless arm decoration. And while that most certainly is one side to some women, most of us are fare more capable and smarter than we get credited for." Stepping away she gains nods of approval from the sandsnakes. "Is everything over and done then, Aunt Medusa? We wanted to ask you to train with us.", Tyene asks, stepping close to the woman who wraps her arm around the young woman. "Have you worked on your footing since last time?" Obara and Tyene nod proudly. "Very well then. Let us see how far you've come, shall we? Jaqen?" He nods slightly, smiling at his wife. "I'll make sure the Tyrells are settled in and will join you with Eden and Avalon afterwards." "Perfect. Thank you my love." She leans in to kiss his lips ever so lightly, giving him a beaming smile back as she wraps her other arm around Obara, being pulled away by them, talking amongst themselves. "Follow me.", Jaqen tells the two Tyrells who do as asked. "Are you truly one of the faceless men?" Jaqen blinks before reaching up to his face, pulling it off like a mask and looks at them through completely different eyes before putting his old face back on. "Fascinating. Did the Queen know of this?" "Indeed. She noticed the first second she looked at me.", he hums, letting his son hold onto his hand once more. "How did she manage it.. to make a faceless man fall for her?" "It was her who fell in love anew. I loved her before I became a faceless man and only came here for the purpose of being close to her." Oberyn who had come along perks up. "Truly?", Olenna asks, intrigued. "In my last live I was a slave, held at the court of the noble family Meer, only freed by the young princess who snuck me out of Pentos and gave me enough money to flee to Braavos where I became a servant of the faceless god instead. However when news of Medusa Meer becoming sole queen of Matos I came here to see the Queen the princess I once upon a life loved had become. Here I gained her love and trust, yet I had to return to Braavos in my duty serving the faceless god. My last mission as a faceless man before the faceless god granted me freedom and I was able to finally wed her." "It is fascinating to believe that people could fall in love without one truly knowing who the other is.." Jaqen hums. "When I asked her she said that it didn't matter to her whom I was, or who I would be the next day, whether this was my face or any other was. It didn't matter if I had title or political power." "What mattered then?" "That I truly do love her."
He allows them to settle into their rooms. "All she wanted was love? I find that hard to believe..", Oberyn mumbles. "There is something else she wants." Jaqen hums, smirking. Oberyn raises his eyebrow. "However that will stay between myself and her... Come Avalon. Lets see how your mother is fairing." The boy beams and pulls his father after him, Oberyn following behind a bit. Jaqen chuckles inwardly, remembering their first months together and the uncompromisingly rough sex in just about every room of the castle. That would be kept secret between them. A secret he looks forward to renewing in due time.