@illegitimatesnow | continued from x
It seems like one of the heaviest weights have been lifted off of her frail shoulders once the Bolton sigil is removed from the map. She dreads the look of it, the symbol of utter destruction. She turns to the king as she feels the pressure of the wooden sigil in her hand, emerald green meeting steel as they lock eyes. Talia can never forget those eyes, even from when they were children. The opposite hand that occupies nothing comes to rest upon his hand that is joined with hers. The destroyers have been destroyed and now Talia holds them in her hand, wishing to crumble the sigil to bits with one squeeze of her hand. She is not that strong enough, but she can do it in her mind. The Boltons and Whitehills have taken everything from her and now, she will be able to avenge what has been lost.Â
âThank you, Your Grace,â she bows her head in a slight nod, the corners of her lips turning up only slightly. It has been some time since she truly smiled. âI will never be able to repay you for your kindness and your help. I hope my loyalty will be enough.â Talia can never imagine being loyal to anyone else. House Forrester has been loyal to House Stark for centuries, both aiding each other for hundreds upon hundreds of years, and she will make sure that continues. She dreads the moment she has to move away. It has been so long that she has been touched gently in some time by someone who was not Rodrik. Everything else has been aggressive: pushes, shoves, being dragged through the woods with Ramsayâs tight grip around her delicate wrist. But they can not sit around staring at each other when there is planning to be done.Â
Talia places the sigil on one of the many unoccupied stools surrounding the large table, reminding herself to take it so no one sits upon it.Â
âYour Grace, Iâm not sure that it is my place, but if it is okay, I know a way to bring more allies and reunite the North.â Her home is not far from Winterfell, so locating the sigils of the others is easy. She spots one of them she had looked for almost instantly. The chiseled bow and arrow is beautifully cut. Her index finger rests against the top of the marker, not wanting to move it and disrupt the map. âHouse Glenmore has sworn loyalty to House Stark, as has House Forrester. My brother is betrothed to Elaena Glenore, the Lady of the house. This will make our ties both to each other and House Stark stronger than ever. Now...â Her finger moves from the marker of the bow and arrow to the marker that held the sigil of a barren hill. âHouse Whitehill of Highpoint. They have been our rivals for centuries, sworn loyalty to House Bolton. But that is only because of the Lord currently in charge. Ludd Whitehill lives to see the Forresters destroyed. But his daughter Gywn, the lady of the House, is an ally. She has always been on our side. If the Lord of the House can be ... removed, and we can put Gwyn in charge of all of House Whitehill, we will get them on the side of House Stark.â










