[b][u]Gwayne Tyrell - Lord of Highgarden[/u][/b]

It [i]was[/i] a lovely day, wasn’t it? It always seemed to be in King’s Landing - the shining sun and the cool sea breeze - much like how it was back home, in the Reach. Of course, the same couldn’t be said for the North. Gwayne found the reactions of first-timers to be an endless source of amusement; so dazzled by the extravagance and luxury of the Red Keep, they gawk like fishes while stepping on all the wrong toes. Still, he was confident that in time, they would learn - one [i]had[/i] to learn in order to survive this nest of vipers.

In the Great Hall, the last of the lords and ladies were starting to stream in. As usual, Gwayne and his wife, Mina, had arrived fashionably early. It simply wouldn’t do to be late for the coronation, would it? No matter how good of a position the Tyrells were in, it wasn’t a risk he was willing to take. If he was to become Hand of the King, he needed to make as good of an impression as possible on the Young Dragon and his contemporaries. Of course, as the Lord of Highgarden, he had heard news from his whisperers of rebellion; of lords who thought Daeron was far too green to rule. Such words might’ve held no truth to them, but it was still something he had to consider. Although the Tyrells have always been the ones to flourish in times of adversity.

As he looked around, Gwayne noticed a few individuals of interest. Two Lannisters, a Stark, and the infamous Jakob Frey. His lineage was a source of debate amongst nobles, and even Gwayne himself couldn’t help but feel a little unnerved by the young man. The Frey’s might’ve been all but decimated, but Jakob seemed… unpredictable, to say the least, and that wasn’t a quality he much appreciated. Perhaps it would be the best course of action to investigate. And so, Gwayne made his way across the great hall, approaching Jakob and his golden-haired companion.

“Lord Jakob, how nice to see you here.” Despite the simplicity of his words, they seemed to spill forth like honey. He then turned to the young maiden after his greeting, lips curled into an endearingly lopsided smile. “And might I have the pleasure of making your acquaintance, my lady?”