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Your father is Lord Garlan of House Clover of Rose Hall.
In the times of the Kings of the Reach, when the Gardeners ruled from High Garden, the Clovers were known as the Wardens of the Roseroad, protecting it from their ancestral home of Rose Hall in the foothills of the Red Mountains. The ancient Clovers kept the peace from brigands and Dornish raiders, with many a knightly bannerman to call to arms.
But those days are long passed, burned away by dragonfire, your house humbled and lucky to escape the same fate as their overlords, your ancestral swords melted into the slag that formed the Iron Throne.
House Clover now swore to House Tyrell, ruled by young Lord Leo, called the Longthorn. A knightly young man, his court in High Garden rings with the cries of joyful spectators as young men joust for ladies favours or brawl in the meelee for honour and reward. A court of chivalry, a whirling festival of minstrel song and maiden's delights.
A far cry from the hard land you called your home, the humble castle upon a hill south of the River Mander, watchful still for Dornish raiders come down from the mountains or brigands haunting the roads, a duty still held though its glory had long faded.
Yes, your father was a lord, if a humble one.
Your mother however,
>was a peasant girl, working in your father’s kitchens
>was a Dornish woman, a refugee in your father’s lands
>was a Summer Islander, an adventurer traveling through Westeros
>was an Ironborn woman, captured in battle
>was a slave from Far Yi Ti, rescued from pirates
