She leaned close to her brother, a conspiratorial smile, lowering her voice as though their family could overhear them. "Try to picture father farming or milking a cow. I think he would faint before sticking his fingers in the dirt." He had always been a bit apart from the management of Highgarden. Their grandmother was always the one that people deferred to and came to for decisions. She was the true ruler of Highgarden.

Spreading out Loras' tunic over her lap, she started embroidering, wanting to finish the golden rose near his collar. "Help me sort the blankets and spread them out so others can see the designs."

She smiled at her brother, "Have you thought about what you would like to learn to contribute to the village?"