#glenmoreisms

Sitting on a desk, Lyarra winced as she raised her skirt slightly so that her knee was exposed. An ugly graze was instantly apparent, streams of blood running down her shin, dry brown stains around her knee. She had gained the injury during a play-fight with Ostyn, but she wasn’t going to tell Elaena that, lest her older sister attempt to scold the stable boy.

If any one could see her now, they would see anything but the little lady they were accustomed to seeing. The sun had rose shining over Winterfell and with it rose the little lady of House Stark. Of all days for her to wake with the sun, it would be this day. Sansa bounced up and down on her bed excitedly. Today was going to be the best day ever! 

A new dress had been laid out on her chair overnight, a gift from her mother. Lemon cakes had be placed by her nightstand, a gift from her father. How long it had been since she had tasted the delicious lemon flavored cakes. She couldn’t be more excited for this day to have come. It was her 10th name day. She was a decade old. 

Todays celebrations would be a full days event. Ladies had been invited from all over the North, even the princess Myrcella had been invited though she had been unable to attend. She did not yet know who all would be attending, but she was excited to find out. 

She was dressed and bounding happily down the halls with her emptied plate long before anyone in her family had been up and about. She took the plate to the kitchen herself, beaming as the cooks wished her a happy name day and even snuck her an extra lemon cake and promised her more throughout the day. Today was going to be the best day ever!

At noon, the ladies began arriving. Her mother having planned a tea party celebration for the ladies during the day, then a feast was to be held for everyone in the North to attend to celebrate the little Stark girl. She greeted every lady as they approached the castle just as she had been taught. A bright smile on her face as she did so. 

“This is your home now, Elaena, we’re to be married.” 

My Opinion on;

Character in general: ELAENA GLENMORE IS FABULOUS PERSONIFIED (and i totally crush on her brother)

How they play them: SO GOOD, SO VERY VERY VERY GOOOOODDDDDDD

The Mun: *pets*

Do I:

RP with them: YESSSSSSS Want to RP with them: YESSSSSSSS

What is my;

Overall Opinion: HOUSE GIRION AND HOUSE GLENMORE NEEDS TO UNITE SO WE CAN KICK WHITEHILL AND BOLTON ASS

SEND ME ✔ AND I WILL BOLD MY PREFERENCES FOR YOUR MUSE!

My muse(s): Lyanna

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse (I haven’t seen ttgot yet)

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

Talia Forrester-- no... No she wasn’t a Forrester anymore. She would never be used to the new name given to her, the new name forced upon her. She had been married off to that fourthborn at the suggestion of their warden. Roose Bolton had been tired of the fighting -- he had urged the two  houses to make amends & to do that, a marriage had been  arranged. A marriage neither party had wanted, but a marraige  that had been arranged nonetheless. 

Talia had been married to the fourthborn -- she hated him.  She hated him more than she hated anyone else, with the  exception of Ramsay Snow. She had been with him for a  little under half a year... Since she had last been to her home,  she had changed. Things had changed. 

She was quiet. She didn’t walk free as she might have once. It seemed she was afraid of something -- someone. There were light bruises lingering around her neck, darker ones hidden by clothes. She only spoke when spoken too, even hesitant to hug her brother when they greeted one another. 

She had found herself in the wolfswood, as she might have once done to seek solace. She considered running away. Right then, right there... No one would ever know where she went. She heard the snapping of twigs & rustling of leaves of someone approaching ... She lifted her head to see who it was.