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JOSEPHINE 'JO' WILSON,

( game of thrones house )

HOUSE TYRELL

❝ SHE'S DEAD, LIKE HER SON, HER GRAND CHILDREN. HER WHOLE HOUSE. ❞

❝ AND WHAT ABOUT LADY JOSEPHINE? ONE OF VARYS' LITTLE BIRDS. SHE STILL LIVES ❞

"It seems like we are still missing our--" The Master of Coin, Bronn of the Blackwater had been growing impatient while waiting for the last arrival of the King's council. "Pardon me, your grace." Ser Podrick walked through the door, "Your Spymaster has arrived."

 Everyone had expected a man to walk into the room, but had been greatly misinformed when a woman's figure draped in a green cloak walked into the room. Eyed had turned to gaze at their new spymaster when she removed the cloak to reveal the last missing Tyrell.

     Lady Tyrell had watched her great house fall by the hands of the Lannisters, twice. Her sister and brother were no longer, hit by a devastation of wildfire and her grandmother, took poison instead of a sword. After the devastation caused by Daenerys Targaryen, and a new King had been crowed.  Josephine had fled from Braavos and back to the Capital that destroyed her family.

 Those that were left unharmed by the chaos and ruin, had already begun rebuilding the great city. But for not what it once was, it would never be the former King's Landing, but a better version for the future.

 Everyone had heard the stories that Tyrell women were some of the most beautiful girls in all of Westeros, and Josephine's beauty had not been overstated, in fact, they didn't do the woman justice.

 As she removed her cloak for the room to take a look at her, Bran gazed back at her with his usual stone-expressive face. He knew she would come. Varys' little spy.

 "Our Spymaster is a woman?" one of the men had whispered towards the hand of the king, whom replied. "Not just any woman, Josephine Tyrell."

 Josephine bowed her head with respect as she smiled over at Brandon Stark. "A woman cannot serve on the council, Ser Bronn? It's about time we break more traditions." Josephine smirked over at him while removing her riding gloves, the light haired girl walking towards the table to pull a seat and sit down. 

 "Your Grace, I have served many years under Lord Varys, you will not find a better Spymaster." Lady Tyrell spoke with confidence as she looked over at the King, then bowing her head with a little smile towards Tyrion Lannister. 

❝ IF IT WAS NOT FOR LADY TYRELL'S INTELLIGENCE, SHE TOO WOULD HAVE DIED IN THAT WILDFIRE ❞