𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝕒𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪

𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆  𝒘𝒂𝒔  𝒏𝒐  𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕  the    princess    of    the    south    would    much    rather    be    at    home,    or    in    fact    would    much    rather    be    with    her    son    her    brother    than    at    this    celebration,    but    to    the    eyes    of    everyone    in    that    room,    the    boy    with    dark    curls    was    very    much    her    brother    and    in    much    better    hands    than    her    own,    even    if    she    knew    him    to    be    sound    asleep    at    this    time.    she’d    left    the    party    in    favour    of    fresh    air,    though    cold,    she    stood    in    grounds,    noting    the    differences    between    the    red    keep,    with    it’s    reddish    colour    to    the    grey    of    winterfell    that    even    in    the    dark    looked    more    ominous    than    anything    else.    arms    folded    across    her    chest    as    she    debated    with    herself    on    how    to    disappear    but    soon    the    thought    was    thwarted    as    footsteps    crunched    along    the    ground    behind    her.

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𝖆𝖑𝖞𝖘𝖘𝖆 𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖚𝖑𝖐 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖉𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖘, giving out congratulations where they were in order or forcing niceties with those who she knew she had to please. it felt like hours had passed when she finally saw an opportunity to slip away without offending anyone. her feet remembered the path from the grand room of the ball to the little garden outside from many years back. “forgive me, princess.” alyssa started, realising that her little sanctuary was already occupied, “it seems that moments of solitude are in high demand tonight. “i’m sure there are many other places i could gather my thoughts if you’d prefer to be alone.”

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Eleara stared at the young woma and couldnpt help but smirk. Rumors of herself being a witch reached Winterfell but the same had happened with who she was, a bastard born to a Stark Prince. “No?” she said, leaving the cards on the table. “I don’t need the cards to tell me who you are and if I were anyone else, if I thought myself better than you, I would have insulted you right there,” some of the Lords stared at the Lady and decided to leave. “But I’m not that kind of woman, my dear.” The Lady of the Dreadfort sighed and waved her hand in front of her. “I’m not that kind of woman no matter what everyone else says to you, and yes, I like magic and all the books about it, but you shouldn’t listen to gossip. Instead, confirm ywhat you’re suspecting with the souce,” she put her elbows on the table. “Ask what you want to ask as plainly as possible, my lady.” 

Location: The courtyard of Winterfell Open!

Mathias slowed River to a trot as they passed through the gate to the courtyard of Winterfell. His men, a few loyal friends and men from his own castle who had travelled North, slowed as well. His wife and sons had arrived a week earlier, Mathias wanting to have made the journey by himself. To ride from the Reach to the North was a long, wild journey but it had been breath-taking, the transition from the huge hills of the Reach to the Riverland swamps and then, into the the Snow and Ice of the North. It had been the right decision

Tugging on the horses reins, River slowed to a crawl and then to a stop. Despite having to don a heavy bears fur half way into the North, Mathias was large enough that the weight meant little to him. He swung down from the horse and handed his reins to his squire, a distant cousin, a boy of 14, and thanked him. Mathias was freezing, his cheeks and the tip of his nose red and ruddy from the cold. He clasped his hands together and tried to rub some heat into them as his attention, like that of a delighted child, was snatched by the wild architecture and high stony walls of Winterfell. “Gods…” he breathed, smiling brightly. Beyond the south tower he could just about make out the goods wood and the shocking red leaves of the weir wood. He would visit there first, he thought. 

𝖏𝖚𝖑𝖞𝖊𝖓𝖆 𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖘𝖔 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖞,she’d never seen so many people from so many different kingdoms all crowding in under one roof. having spent most of her life entertaining herself with the smaller parties that came to visit the keep, julyena was delighted with all the new company that came flooding in. she’d spent most of her day settling new guests in, whether her company was wanted or not, and after having asked one too many of the household staff what she could do to help, it was suggested that julyena ride out to meet the incoming party.

“lord rowan, i presume?” julyena pulled on the reins of her own mare as she approached the small group, the creature slowing to a stop beneath her. she followed the lord’s gaze, taking in the sight of winterfell, pride for her home blooming in her chest. “is this your first visit to the north?” beneath his heavy furs, julyena could see a slight shiver running across his body, and his wind-buffeted face tinged with red, but none of the usual string of complaints about the chill came, yet. “we should hurry. i asked the servants to heat a few mugs of ale for you before i left.”

𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔  𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆  𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏  𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅  𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚   in    the    home    of    nymeria,    though    more    often    than    not,    said    festivities    ended    up    in    tangles    of    limbs    and    damp    skin.    and    the    lady    of    starfall    knew,    that    this    time,    that    would    not    be    the    case,    most    of    westeros    were    too    pious    to    live    like    she.    instead,    she    favoured    standing    alongside    a    burning    flame,    soaking    in    the    offered    heat    for    a    minute    or    two.    the    cold    of    the    north    was    almost    blood    freezing    and    of    course    had    caused    a    constant    sniffle    to    arise.    ❝                  if    this    is    a    summer    chill,    i    refuse    to    step    into    the    north    ever    again.    ❞    the    lady    muttered    to    herself.

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Eleara laughed and nodded to the young Lord sitting in front of her when his friends laughed at her predictions. “Yes, well, I’m sure you’ll have to make a choice or the ladies will make you their target when they find out you have been playing with both of their hearts,” she smiled, taking another card and placing it on top of the four ones she had on the table. It seemed her reputation had reached every corner of the North and instead of being angry or humilliated by it, the Lady of the Dreadfort felt proud of it. it seemed her husband had not been able to contain the rumors of his wife being a witch and even when some people believed in them, others dismissed them all together, but still, there were a few who approached her when they saw her with a few cards on the table, intrigued by the mysterious dark haired lady. Before leaving her home, she left her son well looked after with people she knew could trust. She wanted him to be safe and concentrated in his studies. 

“Have you come to ask me if I’m a witch too?” she asked the other figure who had approached the group. “Or maybe you would like a reading?” she added,taking a sip of the globet by her side. “Maybe both? Come closer. I don’t bite, hard,” Eleare smirked. 

𝖆𝖑𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖉 𝖚𝖕 𝖎𝖓 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖑, sheltered from the rest of the world, julyena had a knack for keeping up with every bit of gossip that emerged in the north. she had heard many whispered rumours about the widowed lady of the dreadfort who, rumour would have it, practiced witchcraft at night and had poisoned her own husband. julyena didn’t know whether she should be frightened or awestruck. she hadn’t meant to stare (or at least not be caught staring), but by the time julyena had realised what she was doing, eleara had too. “you couldn’t really give me a reading.” julyena couldn’t say whether her words were a question or a challenge, but they seemed to be leading her into dangerous territory with a woman of eleara’s repute. 

       𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 the young lady’s face as she watches the northern people gleefully celebrate the crowning of their new king. those of the south such as herself , though , do appear a bit out of place. katerina , however , wishes for nothing more than to enjoy her experience here– she’s not sure the same can be said for others. she has not seen much beyond the vale and the westerlands and one trip to king’s landing. the north is a whole new world to her and the golden-haired lady intends to make the most of her visit. however , at the moment , she stands to the side , bringing the chalice of sweet wine to her lips and taking a sip. it seems that most here prefer their ale but katerina had never acquired such taste. it is then that she notices another approach , standing next to her , seemingly taking in the sights as she did.  ❝ quite the party , isn’t it ?  ❞ she asks with a lilted giggle.  ❝ we should probably join them but i must admit i am feeling a bit out of my element here.  ❞ a bit was an understatement , for sure.

𝖆𝖘 𝖒𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖆𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖞𝖘𝖘𝖆 𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖑𝖆𝖉𝖞, gracious and self-assured, the pressure of the situation pushes constantly at her mind. in her heart, she longs to join in the celebration with the northerners, the people she had been raised in but she knew all too well that those who wanted to see her fail would see that as a sign of ill will, accuse her of being too northern.  instead, alyssa hangs back, sticking to the edges of the festivities where she would not draw any unwanted attention to herself, and that is how she finds herself making conversation with the young lady arryn. “the north has always known how to celebrate.” a fond smile formed on her lips. “i’m sure you could find someone who’d dance with you if you wanted. it’s rather simple to pick up if you have the right partner.”