Well protected for those that wanted to remain home, but she had no illusions. All it would take was one great army and Highgarden would fall. It was possible it already happened and the Reach had been sacked. Knowing Cersei, she would want to seize every last resource and gold until they were in her possession. She wouldn't rely on an outside source again. The tragedy was, who would be there to stop her? House Tyrell was gone, save for her grandmother.

"We have never been the strongest army in Westeros, but our supplies and resources make us valuable. There are other keeps that are better protected. Ours thrives on beauty." She could admit the faults of her home and the sad truth was that they never planned for this eventuality. They let their pride and their confidence get the better of them.

"We do seem to have similar accents, but from the way you speak of your home, I don't think it has knights or queens or castles, does it?"