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Ser Loras Tyrell studied Raya for a while and then raised a hand.
"Close the gates."
The great gates of Highgarden groaned shut behind Raya with a heavy finality, the echo of wood and iron reverberating through the stone courtyard. A dozen Reach guards flanked her, spears in hand, eyes wary. Shadows from torches flickered across the stone walls.
The heavy bar slammed down into place. And Raya, her crimson cloak sweeping the ground as she stepped forward, her posture sharp with purpose.
"I'm not here to bandy words with armored boys," she said coolly, voice echoing. "I need to speak with the heads of House Tyrell not some flower-decked knight playing lord of the garden."
A hush fell. One of the guards, a thick-jawed man with more pride than wit, stepped forward, face twisted in contempt.
"You're speaking to Ser Loras Tyrell, woman!" he barked. "Watch your tongue or lose it."
Raya's hand was already on her hilt.
Her sword slid free like a whisper of steel.
"Oh? And what are you?" she asked with a venomous grin. "His little pillow-companion?"
Gasps rippled. The guards tensed, blades half-drawn. Loras's eyes widened slightly, but his hand came up fast.
"Enough!" he snapped, stepping between them. "Gods, sheath your blades, all of you! this is not worth bleeding for, nor are we about to stain the courtyard over pride."
Raya's grin deepened. She tilted her sword, the firelight gleaming along its edge.
"I've cut down better men for less," she muttered.
"Lady," Loras said more calmly now, "come with me. And you shall speak to my grandmother."
Raya paused.
A beat passed.
Then she slid her sword back into its scabbard with a sharp click, never breaking eye contact with the guard who'd spoken against her. As she turned to follow Loras, she raised a single gloved finger behind her a rude gesture in any kingdom, but particularly vulgar in the Reach.
The guard's face flushed with fury, but he dared not move.
Loras merely shook his head as he led her inside, muttering under his breath, "Seven save us all…"
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A table of carved oak stretched before the lords and ladies of House Tyrell, strewn with maps, goblets, and plates of untouched fruit and bread. The air was perfumed with the scent of roses and summer wine though none in the room looked particularly at ease.
At the head of the room, Lady Olenna Tyrell, the Queen of Thorns herself, sat like a coiled viper draped in green silk, her cane resting beside her, eyes sharp as ever. To her left, the always-anxious Mace Tyrell, cheeks pink from the heat of the discussion. Beside him stood Margaery, poised and beautiful as ever, hands folded and gaze calculating.
The doors creaked open.
Ser Loras Tyrell stepped in with purposeful strides, the clink of armor behind him announcing the arrival of their guest.
"Grandmother," he said. "May I present the envoy from the camp outside our gates. Sent by the man they call the Shadow Monarch."
He stepped aside.
Raya walked in, armored and a cloak dusted with dirt trailing behind her. She did not bow.
Lady Olenna narrowed her eyes.
"A woman?" she said, arching one brow. "Well, that's strange."
Raya offered a wry smile. "Strange that you see one in armor and not in a dress of roses like you."
There was a beat of silence.
Then Olenna laughed a dry, rasping cackle that echoed across the chamber.
"Well," she said, tapping her cane once. "At least you've got some teeth. Most women who walk into my presence spit apologies, not insults."
She leaned forward, squinting.
"Now tell me, dear, why are you here?"
Raya's voice was cool and clipped. "Very well then. It's not like I came for a chat with an old lady. I bring terms. Surrender, peacefully. Bend the knee to the true monarch of the Seven Kingdoms, and you shall be rewarded. Fight, and you will burn."
Mace Tyrell stiffened. Margaery tilted her head slightly, studying Raya with curious detachment.
Olenna, however, barked another laugh.
"Bend the knee?" she echoed, rising slowly to her feet. "To some nobody? No house, no lineage, no name worth writing in ink? And 'rewarded' for it, no less? You've already made me laugh, and now you'll make me puke."
The guards stiffened. One moved half a step forward before Loras raised a hand to stop him.
Raya's eyes flashed.
"You'll be puking blood if you refuse."
Swords shifted in scabbards. A tense silence bloomed across the hall.
"Insolent woman!" Mace blurted, face flushed. "How can you call this an offer of peace? This is.."
"Do shut up, Mace," Olenna snapped, not taking her eyes off Raya. "Gods gave you a mouth for eating and a voice for ruining the mood."
She took a few steps closer, gaze never wavering.
"I take it this king of yours doesn't take kindly to rejection?"
Raya's tone was ice. "No. He does not."
She stepped forward just a pace until she stood directly across from the Queen of Thorns. The two women, generations apart, locked eyes like wolves circling.
"Would you rather be the Lannisters' dogs? Dogs of a bastard born of incest no less." Raya asked. "Over serving my King? The one who could've turned Highgarden into a shadowed grave before you even knew he was here yet here I am, offering you the chance to live."
Olenna stared long and hard at her, the weight of years behind her gaze.
Then she smiled. But it wasn't kind.
"I've lived long enough to know what power looks like, girl," she said. "And your King your beast of a man is powerful, there is no denying that, I've heard the stories. But the survival of my house is what matters to me. And that 'King' of yours? He's not someone I can control."
She leaned close, her voice like a whisper of thorns.
"I've danced with lions, serpents, and sparrows. But I don't kneel blindly to monsters."
Raya stared at her for a moment longer.
Then, without a word, she turned and strode to the doors. As she passed the guards, she gave Loras a glance a flash of steel in her gaze and stopped only once to smirk slightly at Margaery.
At the threshold, she said simply
"So be it."
Raya's voice echoed through the chamber but then she stopped.
She froze mid-step.
Her head turned slightly, brows furrowed. The candlelight around her flickered unnaturally. One of the shadows on the wall moved but she hadn't.
A silence deeper than before crept through the room. Everyone felt it, though none could name it.
Raya's voice was low. Cold.
"…Why did you come?"
From the wall, a shadow detached itself a being cloaked in flowing black. It moved with unnatural grace, as though it were part of the darkness itself, sliding forward into the open floor before the Tyrells.
Gasps erupted.
Mace Tyrell stumbled back, knocking over a goblet of wine that shattered across the stone. Loras instinctively drew his sword, the steel ringing loud in the chamber.
"What sorcery is this?!" he barked, eyes wide.
Margaery stepped behind her grandmother, face pale but curious, while Olenna Tyrell gripped the top of her cane like it were a weapon.
The Shadow Knight didn't speak.
Instead, its form began to...change. Slowly. Like a storm rolling in.
What had been void-black armor began to ripple, contorting like smoke caught in wind. Its frame shifted shoulders broadening, the helm receding. A faint, violet glow began to pulse from within the hollows of the shadow's chest, then from its eyes two twin violet lights that glowed emerged.
it was a revelation.
The shadow peeled back to reveal Aeron Grim, standing where the knight once was. The man's skin was pale, hair black as midnight. His features were sharp, unforgiving, with a mouth carved from silence and war. Those glowing violet eyes unblinking and unnatural swept across the room like a predator taking the measure of the herd.
No one spoke.
Even Olenna Tyrell, who had once insulted kings and mocked lords with her tongue sharper than steel, found herself caught just for a moment between fear and fascination.
Aeron's lips curled into something not quite a smile.
"Hello… Tyrells."
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