15th day of the Seventh Moon, dawn

What did they say about guests and fish?

Agnes looked on from her ivy-covered balcony, with a woollen shawl hugging her shoulders. The winter was long gone, but in the earliest hours of the day - when Agnes always found herself awake against her wishes - the winds swept in from Blackwater Bay, bringing a stinging chill along with them.

There was some beauty to King's Landing, Agnes had to admit it. Especially when the roads were empty and the gardens silent, when the smell was mitigated by the easterly breeze and small nocturnal birds warbled in the distance... but Riverrun called: the Riverlands needed her in this uncertain hour, as did her family.

If guests, like fish, start smelling after three days, Lady Tully had definitely overstayed her welcome.

She marched back into her solar, where a crackling fire greeted her. Her maids had learned to wake with her, just before the dawn. One of them sat next to the fire, her eyes still puffy with sleep.

Lady Tully's voice - authoritative, but soft - filled the room "We must prepare for our departure, dear," She said, closing the door behind her. The Handmaid sprung up and nodded. "Tomorrow morning, at dawn. It's high time we ride back."

"I need you to bring some ravens to the rookery later..." Before she was done, her lips curved in a grandmotherly smile.

"But you can sleep a little more, if you want."

Washed and clothed, Lady Tully admired the Narrow Sea as the first rays of sunlight bathed the Red Keep.

Deciding that the sun was sufficiently high, Agnes called for her guards and walked out of her warm quarters and into the windy corridors and gardens of the Keep.

It was her last day there, maybe the last in her life -- she might've as well enjoyed the park one last time.