He finally reached his solar. The walls were covered with beautiful tapestries and shelves full of scrolls and books, and the desk was covered with unused parchment. His grandmother was sitting in a chair next to the roaring hearth, dressed in a black gown. She wore black ever since the destruction of King's Landing three moons ago. The death of her daughter, Mina Redwyne and the fall of her childhood home, the Arbor, into the hands of the ironborn had devastated her even further. Willas cursed Euron Greyjoy and his damned reavers in his mind. But where lesser women than her would waste away, Olenna Tyrell had instead become as hard as steel.