Brotherly Bonds in the Highgarden Sunlight

Osric stepped into the blistering Highgarden sunlight, squinting from the sheer lack of clouds in the sky. He sighed, and hopped off of the carriage steps, as a smaller mirror image of him followed suit.

Lancel Tarly, at the delicate age of fifteen was the spitting image of his brother, but lacked the affinity for administration of Osric. He was often found in the woods daydreaming or painting with his mother, Johanna. As disappointing as this was to Osric, he tolerated it, as his brother was strangely dear to him, the two locked solidly in a strong familial bond forged at his very birth. It changed Osric when he held that little infant in his arms, a red cheeked babe with a full head of chestnut hair, smiling at him, not a single tear shed. To Osric, it was the birth of his little brother. But to everyone

Being Osric's twin, she was no older than twenty three years old. Her light auburn hair glittered in the sun, drawn up into several complex braids, with long strands hanging down her shoulders, the rest down her back. She had seen the queen wear it like that one day in court, and ever since, she demanded that the servants “make her hair like the queen’s”. She wore little else than a low necked, dark forest green canvass dress, with a high frontal cut off and a long train trailing at her feet. It was both sleeveless and shoulderless, with thin straps drawing down to a low neckline, revealing parts of a white silk camisole underneath. She stepped down after her mother, and the driver closed the doors behind her.

The four Tarlys walked up to the doors of the castle in a tangible, tense silence. Osric approached the doormen, with two of his own guards bringing up the rear.

“Inform Lord Tyrell of our arrival, boy.”

Osric drawled, despite being about the same age as the young, seedy looking guard. He nodded meekly, and thrust open the doors for the Tarlys, and followed behind. He dashed ahead, going off to look for the young