Together the Tilden girls sat and played in the gardens, a rare moment of quiet sisterhood. The oldest two having long since ignored the antics of their small siblings. Far too focused on their vanity they had thought nothing of the growing silence around them. Since they entered the world the twins had been wild and adventurous, with their father’s heart softening with age they were also often left to do as they pleased. So it was natural that when the small girls disappeared into the hedges their sisters gave no thought of it. Instead the continued to work on one anothers appearances. What had started as Naeva fix the damage done to her sister’s hair by way of her brothers teeth, had become a spa treatment for the both of them. A few orders to the right servants had seen them with cleansing masks on their face and hair assembled in shapes that made no sense. Not works of modern fashion trends but rather the imaginations of two young girls having a good time. They chatted loud and unabashedly for about any and everything for a seeming several hours. So lost in the moment, that had someone asked about their younger sisters, they might very well have forgotten they existed.

This played perfectly with young Esme’s bravery and wanderlust. Her twin Perienne coming along as little more than a loyal follower. Somehow without being caught they had managed to make all the way to the castle gate. It had only been a short while before that they had stood up there and watched their father depart. He was going an adventure. From the moment she had found out Esme had begged and pleaded to accompany him, but it was one of the few requests he had denied from her. She hated this. Sneaking past the guards with the stealth of a mouse, Esme made it onto the other side of the wall designed to keep her in and others out. Clearly it wasn’t terribly effective. Looking behind her she saw that Perienne hadn’t followed suit. Too frightened to join the outside world she had instead chose speak with the guards, distracting them. Smiling at her sister’s assistance Esme took off into the woods, holding her skirts up as she went.  Not quite able to catch up with the men, she kept a close enough distance to be able to see them.

Lord Warreck meanwhile marched at the front of the small amalgamation of men, happily shouting commands occasionally opting to converse with the two generals that flanked him. Despite Carsley Keep still being visible behind them, they had actually been marching for the better half of two hours. The field in which Carsley Keep sat was simply just that flat. He was a man on a mission. In all honesty he didn’t care much who took the throne, be it Renly, Stannis or hell even Joffrey. As long as he could see a way for his own house to benefit. At the current moment, remaining loyal to the Tyrells would curry favour within the Reach. Even if they lost, it was proof of their loyalty and reliability. It had worked for them when he sat sidelong with Mace Tyrell in defense of the Targaryen’s. So he had no doubt that it would work now. The Tyrells had a remarkable talent for staying in the king’s good graces despite the many times that had stood against the crown. He had figured that the Reach’s fertile nature and the Tyrells fat coffers had the most credit for it. Lost in both conversation and thought, he had paid no mind when his men passed by two people on horseback. He had assumed them to be common travelers and kept on his path.