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It was the verdant beauty of the Reach which entranced Jehrillia. Even as she made her way to the castle's gates, the sweet fragrance of a hundred thousand flowers rested in the air. The Yunkish woman's own rich perfumes were lost in the myriad of enchanted scents, as the smell of pollen washed over her. 

The white stone walls of Highgarden were a stark contrast to the yellow brick enormity of Yunkai, and mud and grass stood in place of dirt and sand. 

Jehrillia had her own gardens within the House of Zaaraq's villa, but they were a mere barren shadow of Highgarden's gorgeous tranquillity. 

She smiled politely as the man who called himself 'Lord Paramount' welcomed her, after he was done staring at her dress-clad form. 

"Greetings from the Wise Masters of Yunaki, Lord Tyrell," she cooed in her creamy sing-song voice "my journey was indeed draining, and some wine would be most welcome. Also, I have yet to sample the cuisine of the Reach." 

Jehrillia extended one ring-clad hand, and two strapping male slaves, built like oxes and dressed in nothing but loincloths', stepped forwards from her entourage, carrying a great ceramic jug between them. 

"Ghiscari yellow grape wine, from the vineyards of Essos." Jehrillia explained with a slick grin. 

"A gift for our gracious host."

The obese easterner's flabby legs quivered as she stood before Garland. 

Her gigantic body was squeezed into a tunic-like dress of brass scales, which exposed her wobbling thighs and the lower role of her pale stomach. Gold clasps were fastened around her raven tresses, and purple powder was painted across her lips and beneath her eyes.

Her fat toes were slid into sandals with silver buckles, and jewellery which jangled with each slight movement covered her jiggling form. 

"Shall we proceed to this Council Hall, Lord Tyrell?" She asked "I'm eager to begin our business together."