#loreon: 01

Rosalyn Arryn was now Queen of Winter, a new family member added to the pack that were the Starks and Karstarks. The great hall of the Eyrie was filled with sweet aromas of food and the lively chatter of lords and ladies from across Westeros gathering for merriment; momentarily pausing their discord and enmity— or at the very least pretending to do so.

Sarra nursed a glass of wine when a figure took the empty seat by her side. The lady’s expression hardened and if it hadn’t been for her usual cold composure when surrounded, she would have downright gone ahead to roll her eyes. “Whatever led you to believe I was wishing for company, Lord Serrett, please know you were sorely mistaken,” she said with a level voice, not even glancing at the Westerlander.

Calla had remained in bed for a while after waking up, curling on her side and pulling the fur covers up to her chin. She laid there for gods know how long, feeling little to no interest in getting up and starting her day, merely looking ahead at the wall, finding pattenrs in the stone wall and letting her thoughts wander nowhere. The lady had slept well, just as she did the day before and the one previous to that, but she felt- strange. Not quite herself. This wasn’t the first day she noticed this odd feeling of wanting to crawl out of her skin and just not do anything; today was the first day the sensation was so undeniably there.

A part of her worried, a whisper at the back of her mind reminding her of the few days she spent in bed and hardly ate after her father’s passing. It had been so long ago, but that was the only time in her life that could in some way be related to this. But... nothing had happened? And while it was similar, it wasn’t quite the same. Minutes upon minutes passed and Calla finally dragged herself off her bed, reaching for a warm cloak and wrapping herself in it.

The cold winter sun coming through her window indicated it was past midday. That didn’t instigate an urge in her to get dressed and go out, though. She disregarded the notion and walked over to revive the diminishing flames in the fireplace and she sat on the floor before it, looking at the dancing fire with empty eyes.