Guided by Horas Redwyne, Margaery entered House Redwyne's castle.
Built of white stone, the castle stood on the highest hill on the Arbor. Sea breezes swept through its halls, carrying the scent of salt and the fragrance of distant vineyards.
In the lord's hall, Margaery met Lord Paxter Redwyne and her aunt, Mina Tyrell.
Lord Paxter's shoulders drooped slightly. His orange hair had begun to thin, leaving his forehead gleaming.
Margaery stepped forward and gave an impeccable lady's curtsy. "Lord Redwyne, it has been so long. You look as distinguished as ever."
"Margaery, my dear child." Lord Paxter rose from his seat at the head of the hall, a gentle smile crossing his face. "Thank you for making the long journey."
Mina Tyrell came over as well and took Margaery's hands. "The last time I saw you, you were still a little girl. Who would have thought that in just a few years, you would grow into such a graceful young lady?"
After they exchanged pleasantries, Lord Paxter invited Margaery into the dining room.
A pristine white cloth covered the long table, and silver cutlery gleamed in the candlelight.
The serving women lifted the silver covers, revealing steaming dishes.
Roast salmon, stuffed suckling pig, honeyed fruit, and the Arbor's greatest pride: its golden wine.
Margaery lifted her crystal goblet. In the candlelight, the golden wine looked like flowing amber.
She took a small sip, letting the fruit and the aged oak flavors unfold on her tongue.
Lord Paxter also took a sip of wine, then set down his goblet and looked at Margaery.
"Margaery, surely you did not come all the way to the Arbor merely to visit an old man like me? Is your grandmother Olenna still in good health?"
Margaery set down her goblet. "Grandmother is in excellent