GARDEN OF WILDFLOWERS

EIGHT YEARS INTO WHAT WOULD BECOME KNOWN AS THE LONG SUMMER, Willas Tyrell, the heir to Highgarden, came upon a rare female bard in a nearby village-Lyris Flowers. What ensues is a romantic entanglement complicated by class, time, and high society.

Born the natural daughter of the Reach, noble and common blood runs through her veins. A constant reminder of shame and of lust she was hence called LYRIS FLOWERS. Sweet and gentle as her singing voice, sliver stags have entered her pockets as the little songbird has soothed the troubled minds of Westorsi men. Though many would pay her gold for the taste of her flesh, the young maiden has refused to prostitute herself. But everyone is a whore, even if they don't sell their bodies they'll be selling their souls and minds for a piece of wealth. This the young flower must find her way through this complicated world. Lyris and lyrics and irises, a wildflower growing in the garden shall entangle herself with the rose, and the bard shall have a ballad of her own.

He was no knight, no handsome prince from the songs, he was just the crippled lord. Heir to Highgraden, WILLAS TYRELL is nothing like his gallant brothers nor as enchanting like his sister. He is now forever defined by the bad leg he gained when jousting the notorious red viper. Seeing himself nothing more than a failure, he banishes himself from society and hides in the solitude of books. If it were his fathers decision he would have him join the citadel the second he was injured, but his lady grandmother, the Queen of Thorns, had other plans for him. She would always tell him, "strength comes in many forms, and yours may not be your body but it is your mind". I'm her mind, Willas would rule over the Reach, Margaery would rule over the King, and Loras would rule over the army. The Tyrells, a thorn in the lion's side, with time and patience Olenna Tyrell would rule over all of Westeros; but nothings goes as plans.