She gave her brother a playful shove, collecting everything from his arms as she spread it out on the table. He wasn't wrong though. Their grandmother would be horrified to see her like this, working as if she were a farmer rather than a Tyrell. It wasn't the life she intended for them.

"She would tell me I took leave of my senses." Only with a sharper wit. "She would think the Starks corrupted me." But she hoped that her grandmother would understand and see the necessity of this, even if it meant leaving behind the life they knew. "Can you imagine what father would think? He might choke at the sight of us."