Katielyn Arryn and Shireya Baratheon walked through the garden and breathed fresh evening air. It smelled the sea, which was mixed with the scents of strange flowers, many of them Catelyn, who grew up in the North, saw for the first time. Of course, the nature in her homeland was beautiful, but what she saw here excited the imagination, and the young northern lady was impressed by the local flavor.
- How did you get used to it? - asked Shireya.
- Yes, of course, I'm more than comfortable here, I'm sorry that my mother never brought me and Ned here, although I guess she could, either enthusiastically or regretfully, think in her voice Kat. - The only thing that makes me uncomfortable is that it's too hot at lunchtime, yet my brother and I grew up in a different climate. But that's more than compensated for by the sea and the magnificent nature around us. - She took a deep breath and approached the blossoming rosebush and easily touched the delicate Arbor rosebud.
- If you want, can we go down to the sea and look at the sunset? - was offered by a young lady of the Stormy Edge.
The Northern woman, easily smiling at her companion, only nodded in response and the girls slowly shaved along the picturesque alley towards the coast.
On the way they passed by luxurious apple trees, plums and other trees, which Kat did not know at all. Suddenly, the young lady's attention was drawn to some noises that were completely unsuitable for the territory of the royal garden. Without agreeing, the young ladies showed their natural curiosity and, having passed several yards, looked behind a large, sprawling tree. Before their eyes there was an unexpected picture: having pressed the Camile to the hedge, Damion greedily kissed it, and at the same time tried to unhook the laces on the dress. In response to his actions the girl was loudly lifting. Widow quickly pulled the shocked Katielyn by the sleeve, thus giving a sign that they saw something that is not intended for their eyes, and they need to leave quickly, so as not to be noticed.
- I don't understand why these people weren't kicked out of the palace! - Cately, as soon as the girls got away from this place, Catelyn was spilling her nose and wringing her nose. - The savages!
- Come on, Kat! It's your cousin. The Hand of the King and the Great Septon admitted that he looks like your missing uncle. And even your mother noted it! All the more so because the Lords of Westeros recognized the fact that they had received letters from Howland Reed. And this was a famous and respected man and his word is trusted.
- Whatever! - A northerner did not shrink, inflating her beautiful lips. - Didn't you see it now, too? Oh, Gods, this doesn't fit into any rules of etiquette! Where are the manners of this girl? She was moaning like a whore! - Kat said the last phrase in almost a whisper in her companion's ear.
Shireya suddenly laughed and, after a little thought, answered:
- Yes, of course, the place is not quite right, but maybe they just love each other! And there's nothing wrong with that.
- We don't even know if they are married. Ooh! And this Damion! Lords don't behave like that.
Shireya laughed again, this time even louder.
- Dear Cat, have you encountered the Lords many times in such a situation?
The Northern Princess waved her head in a negative way, blushing densely, but said nothing out loud. The young Lady of the Stormy Edge remembered Edrick and Rodrik with all their numerous love affairs. The girl thought what Cat would have done if her life had pushed her into a life with a similar Lord. Somehow that thought made her smile again.