"You demand... what?", Lord Mace Tyrell asked his cousin frozen from his throne.
"The right of my father, as said", his cousin Lord Lyonel replied while showing him the document which proofs his claim, "and your lordship."
The temperature seemed to be lower than before.
"This document is nonsense!", was the answer of the descendant of Lord Victor, "The last testament of my Lord father, made after my son's birth is more rightful than this old piece of paper. I even doubt that my father knew about this little line, added by my uncle. This is a fraud, made by him!"
"He is the rightful heir, Lord Mace", another person in the hall answered mysterious, "R'hllor has shown me in my dreams, that the son of the false rose will defend the stolen heritage after the Red comet has been shown at the sky. The burning rose will become the rightful Lord of the roses and fight against the Great Other."
Mace eyed up the young Red priestess for a short time, before he began to laugh.
"A priestess?", he asked him smiling at him, "An outdated document and this... woman, believing in false gods, shall persuade me to empty my seat and the right of my son? Looking at your burning, black rose I doubt that the Reach will support your ambitions."
"The Lord Regent does", he only said before he was going to leave the hall, "and so do others. More lords will join my cause while I force you and this boy to go into exile for blaming my beloved father."
Mace snorted.
"Betrayer", he saidwhile taking a peach to his right hand, "Even the Lord Regent isn't able to change the laws of inheritage and I furthermore have friends in the Stormlands. If you dare to revolt against your liege lord you shall be damned. You and your sister. I heard about the marriage you've planned."
"And I heard about your cousins beg to your father", he said with a feigned smile, "But we will see, who will sit at the end of this year on top of this throne."
"Beware, Mace Tyrell: The night is dark and full of terrors.", the priestess added.
Then both of them left the hall.

"Pah", Mace laughed in an angry mood while eating the peach, "We will definitly see who will sit at the end of the year on this seat."