The Funeral Procession of Lord Barret Tyrell

[syd]

Lord bannermen, nobles and peasants from all over the realm make their way into Highgarden to join the funeral procession of Lord Tyrell.

[syd]

Lord Regent Aaron Fossoway rides close to Lord Barret Tyrell's body as it is brought through Highgarden.

[sercoletyrell]

Damien Fossoway followed the procession, his usually sullen expression unchanged.

[The Flint]

Lady Ilesabeth Varner attends the funeral on behalf of House Varner. A tall sad lady, the dark rings around her eyes mar what beauty she retains at her age. She wear a dress a dark as any raven, a white ivory pendant at her throat. It was not hard to tell that even without the death of her nephew she would be morose.

[melon]

Lord Robert Hightower is there and rides closely behind the body. He is sad and rides with his head down for the man he raised the Reach so high.

[The Flint]

When there was a quiet moment, Lady Varner leaned behind Lord Hightower.

"Lord Hightower, We've never met, although I wish I'd made your acquaintances earlier. I'm Lady Varner. A shame. Lord Tyrell was much too young."

[melon]

"Yes he was a year or two younger then me and he killed himself if the rumors are true. So your a Varner are you I meet your son the Lord a .... interesting man."

[The Flint]

"Indeed. He's much too like father, while my second son Francis favors me. But thats to his ill, isn't it? Considering my station in life, wouldn't you say Lord Hightower?" Lady Ilsebeth asked with arched eyebrow.

[Lord Rhodri Arryn]

Condolences are sent in Lord Rhodri Arryn's name.

[melon]

"Station in Life you are a mother to a Lord why does that not give you power. Then I must so you Gods are happy that your former husband is died and that Lord Varner has been put in his place."

OOC: Robert doesn't know about her being a Tyrell.

[The Flint]

Lady Varner's eyes darken. She'd as little love for Jarrad as was possible, but she was still his mother.

"I know the towers of Oldtown are tall, but if you think you can see events at Stoatheart from there you've inhaled one to many of the maesters' concoctions. And by station milord, I meant that of a slut," she said the word with as much venom and sarcasm as was possible despite maintaining decorum and quiet. "A shame that my nephew had to hear of it, and in his own hall."

[melon]

"Are you saying M'Lady that you are a slut I would never believe such a thing from a noble born lady such as yourself. What house were you from before you married." Robert is confused at what this women is saying.

[The Flint]

For a man whose capital boasted more maesters per capita than any other, Lord Hightower was not that sharp Lady Varner thought to herself. "Lord Gathor was my brother, but Barret called me Auntie. And it is you who labeled me a slut when you sought to inject your opinion into his audience before Lord Tyrell, may he rest in peace."

[melon]

"Well then I must apologize if I had know you before that comment I would never of said that. How about Lady Varner in a form of reparations I welcome you to come to Oldtown and enjoy the place I will personal show you around." Robert has a hurt look on his face.

[Lilith Royce]

Lilith Royce, Lady Bettley, attended by a troupe of simply dressed healers, rides in the funeral procession. She is deeply saddened by the death of the young Lord Tyrell. The tales circulating that he had taken his own life send shivers up her back. Youth should be a time for joy, not for pain.

She brings with her the condolences of the Hand and an offer to help the young lord regent Fossoway in whatever what he needs to hold his family together.