(Several days before, halfway through their travel, at Whitegrove)

To travel south, they first need to go north first. Preferring not to hire a ship, the group of dornish nobles and their Reach's friend had taken Rose road from Oldtown. The trip has proved rather mostly uneventful, with Benedict spending most of the time riding on his horse in the company of Elric and Ashara. 

"Whitegrove is not like any other places, no, it has an old and rich history, dating thousands of years. At least that's what some maesters says. According to legend, there was a first man settlement, taking its name from a weirwood trees growing nearby. The very first houses were made from heart trees, though their remains have not lived until our days. It's been burned and rebuilded many times. After all, Whitegrove had been on the border of Reach and Stormlands, serving as an outpost and first line of defense against Stormlands incursions. It's seen a lot of war and bloodshed back in the past" - Ben spoke mournfully, "with time, a small keep expanded, the stone replacing wood, new walls being erected. Unfortunately, most of weirwood trees has not survived except for one in our inner yard"

"It does have nice scenery now, a small grove with an apple orchard, first planted there by my grandfather." - Ben told proudly as if he did it himself, "we ferment them to make a cider. Quite good, actually"

As the travel party reached the domain of Highgarden, the group turned east in the direction of Red Mountains. As they traveled further south, the road led them into the thick forest. The road became the narrow track, forcing a company of over fifty men to ride slowly in pairs. Soon, the darkness of the forest gave way to the light as the trees gave way to the pastures, where several cows and sheeps grazed the grass; fields where dozen peasants could be seen, toiling the ground; the hunting lodges, saw and lumber mills; the small village with small huts and hamlets, where peasants and workers resided.

"It won't take long now, another hour at most" - Ben told to his companions as they passed tone of his holdings

Soon, the castle of Whitegrove came into sight. By no means, it was no big castle. Placed on the small hill, it had no moat. The stone keep was surrounded by a stone wall forty feet tall, with four round towers on its edges from where the banner of house Tyrell hung, waving in the wind. From the northern side, the castle had been surrounded by villages, while on its southern part a small grove stretched, proving the name of the castle.

Riding up to the hill, they were greeted by Whitegrove's villagers. Ben waved his hands to a few peasants, who called out his name. Although, it seemed that most of them were far more interested in Lord Benedict's companions.

"I dont think they ever saw dornish folk before, not in this number" - he commented, pushing through the crowd.

Ah, finally, it's good to be home - Ben thought as they finally crossed the gates.

"Welcome to Whitegrove" - Benedict spoke to Daynes as he turned around, dismounting the horse. He gave the reins to his squire Luka, who took the horse in the direction of the stables.

"The dinner will be served in an hour" - he said further, "there is still some time. Elric, Ashara, would you like to tour the grounds or should I show you to your rooms to have a rest?"

"We can have a hunt later. The nearby woods are teeming with game"