Edmund I
Sitting at the fine wooden table beside his brother Gawen, Edmund sat with his arms crossed, barely listening to his father Mern speak. Mern was a large man but still had the sharp Gardener features that seem to have been passed on from the mythical Garth the Gardener himself. Mern’s somewhat long brown hair curled over his crown as if he had been wearing it for days. Mern continued to speak in his usual booming voice. “The Ironborn still sit in their wooden fort, raiding my islands and stealing from my vassals. Haren is a lucky man, I would never usually be this patient.” These words managed to get Edmunds attention as his eyes darted upward from his parchment to his father’s eyes. “There is no need to try fool us father, we know that any unnecessary conflict within the reach would just damage our Kingdom. You don’t want to fight the Ironborn.” Mern’s threw his fist on the table. Quills and books shot upward from the frightening quake that rumbled across the room. Mern looked at his son with anger, it is never wise to show a King such disrespect. Before Mern opens his mouth, the door creaks open and in walked Harlen Tyrell and another strong looking young man.
“Excuse me your Grace, allow me to introduce to you Mern Flowers.” The young man standing beside Harlen got on one knee and looked at the ground. “Your Grace. As your bastard son, allw me to pledge myself to you.” The bastard’s words echoed through the room, Gawen and Edmund rose from their seats, neither expected to meet what may be their brother on a day like today. The King approached his bastard son. “So you’re the man my council have been telling me about. My apologies for not meeting you sooner, I had to make sure there was some merit to your words. Rise my son”. Mern Flowers rose, and as he did his father embraced him. The man had the same features as his father. A sharp face with brown hair. His eyes however were a strange green colour, almost as green as the great fields of the Reach.
“Gawen, Edmund. This is your brother Mern. You will treat him as one of your own and you will teach him the ways of a Prince. Harlen tell’s me that my men you sparred against could not best you and have already given you a name. What is it?” The King’s bastard stood up straight and with a proud voice spoke to his father. “Green Mern. Apparently being new to nobility yet the son of a Gardener King labels me as such.” His father spoke back to him with a slight chuckle. “It appears they are the green ones when it comes to battle, you knocked them to the dirt!” Edmund looked across the room at his new brother. He wouldn’t last ten seconds fighting me. Hareln Tyrell spoke again. “I am very sorry your grace, but please allow me to show the young Mern Flowers his quarters.” “Very well, I will speak to you tomorrow, Green Mern.”
Right as the door closed behind Harlen, Garen spoke to his father with a harsh tone. “First you tell me that I am to marry a woman I have never met, and now you don’t even introduce me to my own brother? Do you have any more secrets you are hiding from me father? Is there anything else you wish to tell me today?” As Garen spoke, Mern kept a calm stature. Something he is unable to do if it were Edmund criticizing him. “No, there is nothing else you need to know. You will marry this lady for the sake of our House and you will do so without a word of complaint. You will thank me in the years to come. Now, leave me. I wish to rest.” Gawen stormed out of the room slamming the door behind him. Edmund smirks and bows before his father speaking the words “Your Grace” and taking his leave.
