Arriving at Highgarden

The castle of Highgarden was beautiful in a way that few others were, and with the early summer already settled in, the whole Reach seemed to be singing with splendour. Jon and his entourage were welcomed in the way that could only come from being the son of the King. Dozens of lords and ladies from various houses approached him with well wishes and countless acts of flattery.

The Tyrells themselves were no different. They had long been a family of sychophants always out of reach of the throne and long doing all they could to keep themselves involved. Jon’s presence and his availability for marriage made him the most tempting fruit.

Lord Mace practically fell over himself trying to make Jon feel welcome, showing him the grounds and treating him to some of the finest meals he had ever experienced. His children were no less enthusiastic about Jon’s presence, with the heir Willas Tyrell being quite keen to show Jon the horses he had bred and raised into being fine steeds. Ser Garlan was a different sort, but was easy company and friendly enough as he spoke of the tourney that was to come in a few days time.

It was the youngest of the Tyrells who truly caught Jon’s eye though.

Lady Margaery was truly one of the most beautiful women Jon had ever met, and seemed well aware of it as she playfully flirted with him every chance she got. He had not broached the subject of marriage, but he doubted he would need to try hard to convince her or her father of it. Truthfully Jon felt himself growing flustered the longer her was around her, feeling the wolf’s blood within him stir each time he laid eyes on her. He imagined that in addition to her family’s wealth, she would prove to be an enthusiastic lover and wife.

Ser Loras was more subtle in his advances, but no less persistent. The Knight of Flowers would challenge Jon to sparring sessions often, barely able to hide his clear appreciation for Jon’s physique as they cooled off afterwards, and he made sure to sit close to the Prince at every feast the Tyrells saw fit to throw in his honour. While Jon preferred women, he was not above taking a male lover on occasion, and he found the idea of throwing the pampered Tyrell boy down and fucking him senseless to be greatly appealing.

It was during one such feast, on the eve of the great tourney Lord Mace was throwing, that Jon found himself retiring early to his chambers. He was keen to compete in the melee on the morrow and knew that he needed his rest, yet when he entered his chambers he found himself confronted with a guest laying in his bed.