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noting his care surrounding the wine , leda watches his every move with a calculated gaze. she’d always been quite observant ﹐ ever since she was a little girl.
“ it is our duty to support the rightful claim to the throne. ” leda nods ﹐ sipping at her own wine. her ⤏
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One of the servant pours his cup of arbor wine he immediately raises his hand to halt once the cup reaches half.
After all, he is not a heavy drinker like his brother and when it comes to being hosted as envoy he likes to keep it smooth and professional. ⇘
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lady. admittedly ﹐ she was rather intrigued by the targaryen. she had heard the tales of the shocking white hair and lavender hues ﹐ but they were quite the sigh to behold. “ i trust you are enjoying your visit? ”
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𝖙he tyrell’s alliance to the greens was made clear as soon as a whisper of war blew in highgarden’s direction ﹐ years of 𝒻riendship solidified ——— but that didn’t mean a girl hadn’t her own opinions.
“ not at all ﹐ my prince ﹐” leda insists ﹐ ever the ⤏
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arriving in highgarden, the prince was warmly received by the head of house tyrell after all their house was close to the hightowers. As the meals were being prepared the prince caught the lady's gaze for the third time ⇘
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those from highgarden were certainly not as 𝒹evoted to the seven as some from other areas of the realm ﹐ but leda had found great comfort in the faith ever since she was a little girl; to think that someone was looking out for h͟e͟r͟. “ then ﹐ please ﹐ you ⤏
must call me leda ﹐” the lady insists with a kind smile ﹐ finding her place at the trunk with skirts tucked beneath knees.
while she favoured highgarden’s own godswood ﹐ the one towering over her now was as impressive as she’d been told. “ i apologise if i have ⤏
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𝔦n want of her own prayer ﹐ searching out the quiet of the gardens and the peace that comes with the noble plant. spotting the figure of the lord having beat her to it ﹐ soft feet approach on the dry ground. “ may i join you ﹐ lord? ”