The Tyrells stood in front of a tent of the brightest green and golden fabrics to the left of that of the Hightowers, one made of much darker green fabrics. As the royal carriage pulled into camp everyone began to cheer. Out of the corner of her eye Maren noticed movement. Upon turning her head she noticed Ser Hightower stepping out of his tent and slowly begin clapping. Maren wondered if the older man was happy for his daughter's marriage to the king or did he mourn for his daughter's innocence lost to and older man as she knew her father most likely would. Lord Tyrell had told his children young that they would not be wedded off for political gain but for a love match much like that to his own wife.

"Hail, hail! Aegon the Conqueror-Babe, Second of his name!" Someone from the crowd cheered as the Royal family left the carriage. "Here's to his grace on his second name day!"

Quickly after the arrival of the royal family everyone had funneled into the largest tent of them all to continue the celebration. Upon entering Lord Tyrell had departed from his family to speak to the King about important business and had taken Marion along with him. Lady Tyrell had quickly been dragged into a conversation with Lady Baratheon about the latest fashions.

"Did you see what Lady Ruthermont is wearing," Lady Baratheon leaned in to whisper to Lady Tyrell. "The most hideous shade of orange. However, she is meant to attract a husband in that color."

"Well she has attracted your attention so maybe it shall work in the end." Lady Tyrell grimaced before turning to her daughter. "Maren, would you be so kind as to fetch me a drink? I am feeling rather parched."

"Of course mother."

Maren had just grabbed a drink off of the tray of a servant posted near the door, when the Princess walked. Princess Rhaenyra, the Realm's delight, did not seem to be in a delightful mood. Though if rumors were to be believed the new Queen had been the princess's closest friend until she wed the King. The Princess looked around the room as if searching for someone, anyone. Deciding the Princess looked to be in need of some company Maren approached.

"Your Highness, how lovely to see you." Maren smiled, curtsying like her mother had taught her to do when greeting royalty.

"Lady Tyrell, Correct?"

"Please call me Maren," The redhead's smile brightened further at the princess's recognition. "Forgive me for speaking so plainly, but you look like you could use some company. Would you like to take a walk around the room?" At this Maren offered her arm to the princess, pretending as if she was a lord trying to court a lady.

Princess Rhaenyra let out a breathy laugh as a smile finally grew on the Princess's face and she took the outstretched arm. "Thank you, Maren."

The two young ladies set out into the room, joining the crowd. Maren was surprised when no one immediately greeted the Princess. It was as if no one realized royalty was walking past them. Or maybe they did and just didn't care.

"May I ask you a question, your Highness?"

"I suppose so."

"What is it like riding a dragon?"

Princess Rhaenyra seemed shocked by the question as if she expected Maren to ask something else. Which Maren didn't understand, if given the chance wouldn't most people ask about the dragons?

"It is freedom. When there is nothing but you flying through the sky on dragonback it is as if you are completely and utterly free."

"Hmm. I would like to know what that feels like one day. Maybe not on dragonback but the feeling of freedom. The closest I have felt is in the gardens back home."

As the two young ladies continued their walk they stumbled upon where the Queen sat surrounded by other Ladies from Noble houses. Lady Ceira Lannister sat speaking of how her daughter in law had been abducted and was to be sold to a brothel. Maren shuddered at the uncaring tone of the older woman. How a woman could be so cold to her family, Maren did not know. The redhead had only known warmth and love of caring parents throughout her life.

"Perhaps the Princess can give us some insight." Lady Ceira spoke, breaking Maren from her reverie and causing the Princess to step forward.

"I'm not sure how I could," Rhaenyra chuckled. "I've never been to the stepstones."

"Your dear uncle is the great mind behind this war. Is he not?"

"I wouldn't know. I've not spoken to Daemon in years."

"Since you supplanted him as heir."

"Daemon made his choices, Lady Ceira. The Princess was more suited to the role." The Queen spoke, silencing Lady Ceira. Maren instantly took notice of the care the Queen held in her voice when speaking of the Princess.

"He's made a mess and the King must put an end to it," An older lady wearing a red dress with a small dog sitting on her lap spoke up. "Send fleets and men and clear out the triarchy for good."

"But we are not at war." Maren spoke up, stepping from behind the Princess.

"The crown is at war, Dear girl. Though the king refuses to admit it we've been dragged into it by Prince Daemon and the Sea Snake."

"And how have you served the Realm of late, Lady Redwyne?" Princess Rhaenyra spoke, examining her nails. "By eating cake?"

AN: Kinda want to make Maren and Rhaenyra friends now... Also Otto and Maren actually interact next chapter! I'm so excited!

-ELE