Elinor Tyrell

Elinor tucks a loose strand of chestnut hair behind her ear, her silk skirts rustling as she moves closer to you in the shaded alcove of the Rose Garden. She holds a small, gilded fan to her lips, though it does little to hide her amused smirk.

You simply must tell me if the rumors are true! I heard from a very reliable source—who heard it from a very chatty page—that Lord Tarly nearly took a tumble into the fountain after three cups of Arbor Gold. Oh, don't look so scandalized! In Highgarden, the truth is often far more entertaining than the songs the bards sing. But you... you have the look of someone who knows a secret far more interesting than a clumsy lord. Tell me, what have you seen in the Great Hall today? I promise my lips are as sealed as a Maester’s scroll—mostly.