Let the Games Begin

GVanity: -In this winter evening he will have been seen moving and walking out of the the hall rooms. It have been months since the passing of the dearest one, Donatella, he would visit her room every night. Yet then he will look up he could let the world drift back to the days when she was finally passing. By her side he remembered, her beautiful smile even on her bed to die, he will sit by her side, she held him hand as she smiled to him and in this momet he watched the sun rise, they would watch together. "It is beautiful..." She said with a smile. Holding him hand as he will have the tears down him face. She closed her eyes as her hand stopped holding him and this was the last thing he heard from her. As watched her slip from him world again. Donatella Left this world, and took the soul this man had with her. She was the best friend, the wife, and the one who gave him everything to just see him happy. Acceptance where there was none, and even as he grew up with her, she taught him the world could never be so horrible with the right people. Yet now, she was gone. Nothing he could have done to bring her back, because she asked him to let her go. So he had done so. Her smile and laughter, as she called him from the halls haunted him as a memory of the one good thing in this world left him now alone. Over the months the rage had broiled to a point beyond control. Donatella calm was no longer there, now he will be the monster they feared. He will go to the Moon and look into the skies. Mother had left him, Donatella had left him. The children away from him for safety, now vengence will be felt upon the land of Westeros. He made it a ritual to in times when he remembered her the most to intoicate himself to the point of possible death, hoping one time he would die and be fortunate to meet the ladies again in a world where nothing can hurt them or take from them. Yet he was never fortunate. Instead he was left here, in this world, by a King who was less than even caring. Him Majesty, indeed. Yet he will do what he promised them both. For they believed in him. He would be King. The Bastard Child would be king, It is here he will light a candle and a small silent prayer, so it was first to seem,  as the scars along the face healed, and the tears no longer shed, as he had no more left to cry. He made whispers in the dark, and among all of this he will have done the unthinkable. in an altar buried in the mountains, he will have look to the moon and spoke as he will cast a final prayer, to what end it will work who knew, yet he did no care. He was heard speaking that night, by only one person who was to be around. "May the gods forgive me of what I do and know there is no punishment I will never avoid to bare, for I cast ito the unknown and forgotten into this world to come my blood and rise the fury of the oppressed and enslaved... May the silent, the beyond invisible from the gods come forward and give me the means to which there is no counter, and rise me to King and rule this world with no equal... for I will serve you as you hold my only two left worth following, care for them, and I forever will be you servant.. send me a sign this is my work.." he whisper softly in a prayer, and after a long moment where he almost lost hope that the one he knew as the Eternal Light, was gone from him life, a simple frail moment he will have given up, they stood together with a soft smile as in this moment he see them happy. To the sun rise he see them and in this moment, he will know what was to be done. be damned this world any longer, he will be king. He will speak their word, and these new heretic god listening bastards will pay. So it will be. He will ask in the mind to send him a direction, and all he will get was snow, then he will go where he is send then. He was answered, so he believed. Now he will move as he need to. With this, he will return to Eyrie, and begin plans. What happened hundred years ago mattered little now. He will go now to the top of Eyrie and hoping he was no crazy, yet in this he did no even know himself. He was stand outside of the balconey and will then begin to lift him hand. "Show me you are there..." he said holding out him hand and waiting for anything. After a moment the winds of the mountain blew strong clouds begin to erupt with lightning bolts as in rows and many of them, they will come. Resting about now. All over the corners of Westberos the skies will be seen as winged screaming beasts will come, gryphons begin to come from all directions. Falcons the size of Dragons come to perch along the mountains now. Seeming to wait for him. The hand he look at now he will pause. Donatella was right, he held with him the best of him mother. How right she was, he will begin to discover. For now, the time have began to change with this new revelation, he will be more than he had ever thought to be.

Harleegirlie: In the far north, the snow blew and billowed around the grounds of Winterfell. The house had calmed after the evening meal and all that could truly be heard was the howling of the wolves in the Wolfswood. It caused the Dire Wolf at the feet of Roselyn to raise his head and point his hears forward with a slight tilt of his head. From the book she was reading by the light of the fire in her room, she looked down to her beloved companion. "Fidget… what is it?" Her eyes looked from the wolf to the window shutters and sashing. She too heard the howl of the wolves just beyond the walls of Winterfell. A soft and warm smile crossed her lips as she folded the book into her lap and she reached forward to pet her companion behind the ear. To which the wolf was quick to start thumping his tail upon the stone floor of the room. Roselyn stood from her rocker and placed her book down upon the seat before she walked over to her bed and took her fur lined wrap. Pulling down her left sleeve to cover the scars upon her arm, she wrapped the materal around her arms and shoulders then walked to the window. Pushing back the sashing and opening up the window, she leaned against the window ledge and listened. Fidget stood and walked up beside her. Raising up on his hind legs, he was roughly the same height as her if not taller. The beast was beautiful to her. Strong and silent. His coat was full with the winter season on them in dark greys and black. His eyes were thoughtful and showed that he was not one that would be concidered to be just a dumb animal. At the age of 21, Roselyn was the oldest of the Stark children. By rights she was considered to be an older woman now. At one point she was engaged to be married, but that was sprung on her on her 16th name day. Not liking the surprise of it and the idea that she had no choice in the matter, she had run away into the Wolfswood from her would be husband and his family. It was a night that she would love to forget however the angry scars on her left arm would always be a reminder of that night and the shame that she had caused her family. Her younger brother, Rodrick, was 20 and married to a woman from one of the banner houses that showed loyalty to her family. They had a child on the way. It did bother her from time to time that she was still unwed, but who would want to wed a woman that was not only scarred but in many eyes, old. She took a deep breath and continued to look out the window. She then thought about her younger siblings. Elena was 14 and Roselyn had heard her father talking about marriage arrangements for her. The younger two were safe for now. Jon was 12 and Brylee was only 10. Her youngest brother and sister were safe for the time being from being paired off with others. She found it odd that there were no other talks of marriage with her. But again, she was old now and flawed. With a heavy sigh, she closed the window and pulled the sashing back in place. "Come, Fidget.." She spoke softly as she walked back to her chair after placing her wrap back on the bed. Picking up her book once more, she again began to read. Her beloved Fidget once more at her feet in front of the fire.

GVanity: For the majesty, and soon the new dawn will come, simple extascy of death is too sweet for him, samn the sould of the Noble with withering life, the maker is awaiting him..." whisper to be felt in the dark now.  and in a mirror as she walk along her room, a faint image of a single eye was seen in the mirror for a glimpse.  Then in a blink it will be gone.    Perhaps a trick of an eye, perhaps more?

Harleegirlie: She turned her head to look into her dressing mirror. Her brows furrowed a moment as she looked at her own reflection that was looking back at her. She raised her hand to the mirror and touched upon the cool glass of it a moment before turning from it and picking up her stitching. Beginning to stitch, she glimpsed up at the mirror once more before looking back down and continuing her work.

GVanity: She could only then see a window that was open, the very window she look out at, with it, the cold wind blew with the curtains to blow slightly further than they should? Did they? she could feel hands which will slowly touch the arm with covering her scar, did she? The image of the scar, is seen in the eye he held. She hid it well. Almost as she can see him hand reach for her scar, and in a moment glimpse the mirror will show him behind her. Staring at her, So close she could and did feel the breath from him nose on her neck. Did she? Her hound would be the only sign she was no imagining thing. Yet who would truly believe her? The gentle feeling of two hands will almost touch her shoulder, upon her turning should she do so, will be nothing. this presence was now gone. or could it be now hiding again? A small lantern was remained lit for her, or did she light it and forget? ****** As deeply inside of the Mountains he will begin working The many many people will begin to make hollow tunnels, and caves, he will begin to make the dream he held by the gods a reality. He begins drilling as Minerals and ores are seen by the carts rolling outward. Digging. Over the weeks, he will begin having people work and work. Night and day the fires one by one could be seen in the distance of the night by those merely kilometers away. Yet this was to be short lived. The last thing to be seen to be seen that week, was the fires barely along the tip of the mountain  until the Man seen will look to moon. Eyes set upon it, and with it, walking to the base of the moon. He will pause a moment thinking, so he rest upon a small bowl, taking a small brass chain that on the end was a prism, it was something that clear the shine of them, he will look to him he pause to the bowl. Lighting a rolled smoke, he will inhale slowly he will spin this prism on a chain and exhale the smoke, watching it it enter the bowl, and in focus he will gently inhale strongly and exhale slowly and quietly. A Witch's son, blood bound by the craft of a woman whom was able to speak to the trees and air, fire and water. For who he was, there was him friend. round and round he circled this smoke and prism. Outward the mountains of the Arryn began to become encircled with fog, so thick no sight could be but less than a meter infront, the fog was thick. He begins, for the fog was unlike any other,  the scent of it had a burning smell subtle as the smoke did. Heavy and filled with sleeping agents,  in then just a moment, he will pour some a red wine in a bowl. the smoke drifting over the rim of the boat, so subtle and so slowly,  Catching a small splinter of wood with a candle earby, he will drop it among the wine and smoke,  work quickly in this house rest none until this is completed..." he whispered,  Now, the smoke fog will lift and the endurance of the House will begin to be unending seeming.  Working and working like nothing was wrong, for the time held no meaning and fatigue was taken from them. Yet this will no come without a price,  the hair upon him arms will turn grey.  Acceptable for now.  The means to the end,  "Work until it is done..." he whisper while the discolour eye will shed a tear of blood from strain.  Pushing the limits, he will do. However it will be worth it.  Yet he will have to be careful.  He is unknown to what is his limitations wer to be, he would be well aware all power come with a cost.  Yet for now, he will care little. It was time such as these Donatella he could hear her. "You have to be careful My King.." He would pause a moment as he then imagined, or remembered, her voice. The mind drifted to when he was looking outward, her hand on him shoulder as she settled beside him. "No matter what... you will be my king..." He would remember her voice. the chin soaking with streaming blood as he will close eyes and pause a moment forgetting where he was. He just let the dream world come to him blissfully and with this, the sound across the halls heard, as he collapsed into the floor laying there  the work will be as intended, yet the Maiden of the home will take him and place him in bed, hours found him there the spatter of air from the nose the only sign as it scattered the blood on the floor. Yet as those few days were to go by, the caves were in furhter to completed than they would be. He opened him eyes, and look out to the windows, as the torches of their progress light the mountains. He will cough, the pain in chest deep like a stabbing blade. the hand to be wet with bloody mucous, he will be slow to recover, he will send for a Servant. Unintended, the mirror will act to show him in bed, she could hear voices that day, only she could hear. the consequences of magic will be taught to him through life. Sight can work both ways when unfocus. Her mirror to retain a resonance, and should he focus, she could imagine what could be happening? Could he? the voices hear, as a man is heard choking. Struggling is hear, as he will then speak. inaudible for the moment, yet a man seen crawling out of a chamber,  shaking and breathing struggling. the sense of fear so deep within him it shook him as a man. the hair of this man was now shade of white, a sense of worn and fatigue upon him. A young man, who had looked abused and worn to the brink of nothing what he once was. lost much of weight, once a healthy man, now slightly skinny more, and the skin on him in places still sagging, yet it was no age, it was a loss. He was so frightened, he was silent and in a corner he could be hear whimpering. The footsteps of the Lord of Arynn, walking now, as this servant coward in a corner hoping to escape sight. the sense of fear drawn over the face so clearly in the view of the lower right of her mirror. Days later, the oddest thing hear, as a young man who wandered alone on the Road in the Tident leading to King's Road, was said to disappear, folk tale it was considered. Or truly was it?

Harleegirlie: Once more she would be looking to her mirror as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Here in her mirror was a man. One truly not known to her. It scared her, but filled her with curiosity and intreague. The curtains, she noticed farther blown then the normal wind would have blown. But it was the hands that she felt upon her. The breath she felt upon her neck. It caused a deep and sharp breath to come to her. Then just as soon as it came, it left once more and with it was the closing of her eyes. She felt the hands that would almost touch upon her shoulders. It was something that was wanted. But still it frightened her. Fidget lifted his head and growled and it caused Roselyn to open her eyes and turn to see who was behind her. Yet there was nothing. Her heart had began to race and her breathing had become shallow and quick. Her eyes looked about in the room. Slowly, they scanned every darkened corner. Seeing the lantern, she tilted her head a bit as her steps took her silently to it. She picked it up and looked to it. It was nothing that they had in Winterfell. It was not the type that they kept there. Surely there was something or someone that had been in her room. She looked within her wardrobe and in every dark corner of her room. Under the bed and even under the bulk of the bed furs that were upon her bed. With a sigh, she walked once more to the mirror and looked to her own reflection. It had been many weeks since the time that she felt the presence of the man on her form. A man that she could not place anywhere that she had been before. Not like him. She would have remembered the look of his face. She'd remember his eye and the scar. Days she would go about her daily activities and once she was done, she would sit upon her bed and look to her mirror. Yet each night, she would light the lantern that was left in her room. Then one day she looked upon the mirror in passing as she got dressed. About to scream, she covered her mouth and looked into it. She heard the voices. She watched what was happening. For days and nights she watched. She'd lay upon the foot of her bed and watch the mystery man in his room as he slept. Silently, she almost kept a watch on him. Her eyes looked to the walls of the room that he was in. Something looked formilar to her how ever she couldn't place it. In her night clothes, she'd fall asleep looking to the mirror and listening to what was going on on the other side of her mirror. In her sleep, her sleeve would rise up and reveal the bottom of the scars and a bit more of them the further up the sleeve went. Yet she would sleep watching him.

GVanity: In the night he will sleep and dream. A soft look of peace stay with him as he will let the mind drift to the world of where he and Donatella will be one. Yet in the night, he could almost feel her, she will be feel in him sleep he would swear. A soft grey vapor is seen in her mirror, slowly lighting a lantern for him. the lantern to be the same in her room. A very unique Lantrern, made no in Westeros. a voice, of a distinct Arabic like accent, was hear. Her voice was soft, and to him a memoir that would live on after he had even passed away. The lyric are heard. "Oh my love, I stand on a distant shore... The turning tide.. breathes all all the mystery of you... Oh, my dreams, are lost with the autumn leaves that turn to gold, that fall in the memory of you… Mists of Andalos carry our hearts, carry my voice by the winds... Over the waters that keep us apart, I will remember you still.  I will remember you .. still.." Her voice was so soft, he could hear her. This grey vapor would come. it will fill the room as the light of this lanter had come to burn warm. "Oh my heart returns to the sweetest Mourn that was the spring time, for the loving of you.. Oh my life, I I weep for the drifitng years, and for my soul that longs for the comfort of you..  Mists of Andalos guide my lonely heart, carry my voice in the winds, over the waters that keep us apart, I will remember you still.... I will remember you still.." It is seen drawing closer to him. He will deeply sleep lost in aworld he once remembered. He felt a kiss on the forehead, as he was mistaken, he had more tears to cry. because in the dream he will watch her drift away. he could feel the heart he hid break with every moment he watched her slowly leave. He did no sleep. He simply stayed in one place as the world came crushing the soul he once had over and over again. "Since that day, he could feel the sunrise, fighting to stay sleeping just a moment longer before he had to let her go once again.  He will awaken to see the bed empty, a reminder, yet he will smile looking to the lantern.  Silently he will put out the flame.  Reluctantly, he extinguished the flame.  slowly the  images faded.  Coincidence?

Harleegirlie: Rose woke up to seeing her lantern extinguished but remembered hearing the song that had come to her while she slept. Slowly, she sat up in bed and looked to the sleeve of her night gown. Her fingers moved over the angry scars that had taken the look of "flawless" from her. Yet in her mind, she once more felt the touch of hands she didn't know touching over them. It once more caused her heart to grow faster. Looking to the mirror, she sighed softly not seeing anything but her own reflection. She stood and pulled down the sleeve over the scaring. Once more hiding it from all the world as her hand caressed over the outside of the fabric. She walked over to the mirror and began to hum the song that she had heard in her dreams. Her fingers caressed over the mirror a moment seeing nothing but her own reflection touching back at the very place she was. There was no man in a bed. There wasn't any voices to be heard from it. She looked to her own grey eyes. Dark around the ridge and light as they went towards the very center. "… a walk today will do you some good.. too long you have been in within the walls..." With a sigh, she turned from the mirror and began to dress for her outing. Upon her right hip was a birthmark that was about the size of a hand print. Faded around the edges then darker in the middle. Her dark brown hair fell down the center of her back as she dressed. For the moment, she had forgotten that there had been a man that was once in her mirror. Yet as she dressed, she continued to sing and hum the melody of the song heard in her dreams. When she had finished, she started to brush her hair in the mirror. Pulling it back into braids away from her face and ready to go into the wolfs wood with Fidget.

GVanity: The Lantern lit, and with it he will be settle in a chair, as if he would no see her, he will sit infront of the mirror he is then seen picking up a small globe in glass, flower pedals frozen in glass, a small statue of a lady and a man holding one another he will cradle it softly, looking to it a moment. someone to come into room after a few moment,  he will quickly put the globe away. "Lord Kazimir, did you sleep well? He will reply to her now.  A plain looking woman, who wore a simple dress, with the Symbol of the house on her dress.  "No better or worse than any other night.." He spoke to her in reply now.  She look over him a moment speaking,  "You need to try and sleep more, a Lord is no good to the people if he is exhausted and unclear of thinking."  She will begin to make the bed.  seeming to be careful of the opposite side he sleep in.  "A lord who sleep heavy is a target for opposition.." he replied which in return she shook her head.  He would look to the hands he held, maculine save the well finished nails.  On the left a single dark line, which the nails were rather long,  a few centimeters over the tip of him fingers.  He woud keep them well maintain.  The lady who he was speaking to will send for the men to tend to the room.  She will see this,  they wore no shirt, they were well kept, and wore short made from a simple cloth. Theor hair was cut short or bald, They came to him as they will keep their head low. Looking to the floor. He will look to them with pause letting her speak to them. "Tend to the duties, do no disturb him.  They will silent nodding and return to clean the room.  The ladies who follow him will come into the room and begin to tend to thing such as food and laundry.  "Have them draw my bath.." he said and just moment afterward through the mirror they could see the men cringe, seeming to stay very quiet.  "He pointed to one who was nearby. "You, get my bath ready.." He said while the young man will just stare in a shock and fear. He will remain standing until the The Lord will look to him and raise an eyebrow. "Took too long, he said to him as he will wave for Guard to come and apprehend the young man,  he stand up out of him place and spoke.  "Then you take his place.. Guards.. get rid of him.." he said walking away.  The lady who was first in room nod to the guards as they walk over taking the man and escorting him out of the room.  "If he makes noise kill him where he stands.." The voice of the Lord Kazimir was hear now. He then come back into the room before the guard could remove the man and without hesitation he will pull out a blade and stab him in the chest.  Kicking out of the open window.  He look to them.  "Bath... now.." he said to them as he walked out of the door once again.  "Or someone else dies.." He said simple.  Walking out of the door.  Already aggrivated.  Today ill be aggrivating for him already.  The man who was pointed to hurrying, the hands shaking as the woman who would help him did so quietly.  "Why is it he must treat all men this way?" he whispered to her as they will get the water heated.  She replied.  "He is the only one who knows that answer.. we do no ask what will upset him.." Her eyes looking to him.  "We do no want him angry.. and he is already irritated.." she said "You will live longr if you do no ask.." The Male Guard spoke to him.  "We all will.." he said to them walking away.  "Does he have a soul at all?" The lady walking out after dusting about some, and the young male waiting for the water to heat.  The house now walked along  the floors as if it were thin ice and the walls were of rice paper.  Quietly they did as they wee suppose to.  This fear he will show up at any time was present and very obvious.

Harleegirlie: Rose had finished dressing and fixing her hair. She had left the room with simply a smile to Fidget and patting her leg. "Come.. off to the wood.." She had grabbed her warm cloak that was lined with fur on the outside as well as in. Fidget had jumped from the bed quickly and walked with her happily down the halls. She had stopped in the Great Hall to kiss her father on the side of the head and let him know she was going for a walk. Bran had looked up to her with a raised brow. "I don't like that you are going out alone. Take one of the guards with you, your brother, someone." Rose looked to her father and smirked with a shake of her head. "I have Fidget. I'll be fine." With that, she walked from the Great hall and out the door with Bran calling for her from his seat. She heard him calling her but simply smiled and shook her head. Walking into the main yard, she smiled and waved to those that were about. The tanner, the metal smith, the weapons smith. Various servents and their families. Children ran about and laughed. It made Rose smile even more. "Lady Stark.." A young man with leather armour came up to her with a slight smile. ".. your father has asked for you to have an escort on your outting." Rose smiled but the look of exasperation had indeed crossed her face. "I assure you, Ser Ywing, I'll be fine. I am only going on the out skirts of the wood. I should be home before mid day." He shook his head and chuckled. "I am not about to disobey a direct order from your father, my Lady. I have been in the area when he looses his temper." At this point, Rose looked down to Fidget and smirked. "Fidget. Get him!" The beast without hessitation lunged at the man. The great beast was easily 68 kg at a force that would knock over a medium tree and up root it. "No! Lady Stark! Call the beast off!" Rose jogged out of the confines of the outer wall before whistling for her companion. Fidget had truly only knocked the man over and stood over him growling and bearing his teeth. Never once did he harm the man, drooled on him perhaps, but that was about it. However, hearing the whistle, the wolf's head came up and he ran for the gate. It didn't take long for him to catch up to Rose who had began her way to the outskirts of wolf's wood. When he had caught up to her, she smiled and gave him a good scratch behind the ear. Her eyes looked over the area as from her lips came the song that she had sung all morning. Soft and beautiful as it sprang from her lips. Her mind drifted to the man that had been in her mirror for the last week. It still puzzled her as to who it was and why it was that he was in her mirror. But as she thought about it, once more she felt the breath on the back of her neck. As if the memory of it caused it to come to her once more. Her thoughts continued to that one night. The touch. The almost caring touch from a total stranger to her. How it made her mind wonder as if she would swear she was mad. As she walked, she continued to sing. Every now and again, packing a snow ball for Fidget and throwing it for him to go after. ******** After hearing of Roselyn leaving the grounds without an escort, Brandon was irritated. "How could you just let her leave like that? I gave specific orders that she was not to leave the grounds un accompanied!" Brandon, Lord of Winterfell, looked to Ser Ywing with a stone stare that was suited for the color of his eyes. At this point they were as cold as the winter was around him. "My Lord, she had the damned beast of her's attack me! What was I supposed to do? Kill the beast and not only get repremanded by you but also the Lady Stark and your daughter? No, Lord Stark. I'd rather only have one person mad at me for this morning, thank you." Brandon sighed and stroked his fingers over his temples. "Just find her. Take a dozen men and go. It should not be hard to track a young woman in the fresh snow that had fallen." Ser Ywing bowed to Brandon and quickly pulled together a team of guards then went after Roselyn. No sooner did the Lord Commander of the Stark men leave, did the Maester walk up and look to Brandon. "Lord Stark.. May I have a word?" Brandon looked up to the older man and gave a nod. "Please, have a seat Umber." The man gave a nod and sat next to Brandon. "Lord Stark, I was going over our records and came across the list of Allies that we currently have." Brandon looked to him as the man continued. "We have received messages and current events from all our allies. Even name day celebration invitations from all… save one." Brandon took hold of a chalice that held his wine in it. Taking a sip, he looked to the man once more and spoke. "Which is that?" He expected it to be one of the lesser houses that were part of the banner houses. "House Arryn, my Lord." The news caught Brandon off guard. "We've never had a problem with Arryn. They have been a long time ally of ours for generations." The Maester gave a nod. "Indeed, My lord. That is why I found it so odd. I have sent many ravens to House Arryn. Both to the Eyrie and the Gates of the Moon, and I have received nothing in return." Brandon sat back and rubbed his scruffy beard as he thought. "What of the banner houses around the Vale?" His eyes looked to the older man. Umber could only shake his head. "Silent as the grave itself, my Lord." The news did not sit well with the Lord Stark. "When Roselyn is home here again, call together a meeting. I want Ywing, you and I. Tomorrow, we go to the Vale. There will be no forces. Simply checking on the oldest ally Winterfell has." The old man gave a nod. "As you wish, my Lord." With that, the Maester stood and bowed his head. "I'll have a full report of all corrispondence between us and Arryn by this evening's meal." Brandon gave a nod and sipped from his cup before standing and walking out of the main hall and into the common grounds. **** Roselyn had been enjoying her walk with Fidget when she heard the steady sound of heavy foot falls from horses. She turned and looked over her shoulder to see her father's guard chasing after her at a rapid rate. With a roll of her eyes and a deep sigh, she stood  in the snow and looked to the men as they circled her. "Lady Stark.. Your fath.. " "Yes.. yes. I know. My father wants me home. By the Old Gods. I am vertually a hag and yet still I am a child." She had cut off the guard and didn't feel bad about it. She perhaps would later, but at the moment, she was too upset. Reaching for one of the outstretched hands, she used it to climb up with one of the guards. On the back of the horse, they all rode back at a full gallop. Fidget kept pace with the horses with ease. His tongue hanging out the whole way back to Winterfell. Once they came to the gates, Brandon locked eyes with his daughter. Her eyes were just as hard as his were. There was one thing that could not be mistaken. She had her father's temper. Sliding off the horse with some assistance, Rose looked to her father. "Rose.. I specificly told you not to leave without escort." "And I told you, Lord Father, that I was perfectly fine." Her tone had matched his and she did not turn her eyes from him. "You are confined to your room until I deem other wise." She looked to her father in shock. "I am a grown woman! Pretty much a hag and I am being sent to my room?!" Brandon's voice and tone escalated in kind. "And you will be so long as you are unwed and living here." Rose glared at her father. She wanted to spit insults at him but she couldn't. She couldn't bring herself to do it. Walking past him, she deliberately pushed past him with Fidget at her side. Her eyes had began to fill as she stormed into her room and latched the door behind her. Taking off her cloak, she threw it over one of the chairs and wiped her eyes. She looked to the lantern and noticed that it was lit once more. With a soft gasp, she looked to the mirror and saw the room that her mystery man had been sleeping in. Somehow, he was there once more. Roselyn would wait silently on her bed looking into the mirror. She waited to see her mystery man come back into view. She still couldn't shake the feeling that she held. He had seen her scars yet almost tenderly went to caress over them. She wasn't sure if it was a dream, but she knew that she was very much awake when it had happened. After sitting on her bed for a good long while, her stomach began to remind her that she had not eaten yet. Walking from her room, she had taken one final look at her mirror before walking into the Great hall where she over heard a small meeting of her father and two of his men."Gentlemen, it seems that House Arryn has fallen into silence. Being one of the closest allies to them, I believe it is our job to check on them and see if they are in need of support." Brandon had looked to the other two that were in the meeting and waited upon their advice. "Lord Stark, I too have a great concern for the Arryn House, however I am hearing words of things not quite right in that area." The Maester spoke as he looked to Brandon. Brandon gave a nod and looked to his Commander. "What say you, Ywing?" His grey eyes looked to the man to the left of him. Ser Ywing looked to Brandon and gave a nod. " I too have heard some rumors about such things from travellers that have come from the south. However, I do agree that an Allie is an Allie and it is our job to make sure that they are alright." Roselyn listened in on everything and gave a nod. The Eyrie wasn't very far from where they were. It would take her perhaps half a day's ride to get there. If that. Slipping from the Great Hall, she went into the kitchen and grabbed some bread, cheese and some dried meat. A skin of wine and wrapped it all together. The kitchen servents looked to her in question. She smiled and simply spoke. "I'm going on an outing and want to eat out there." She then left to her room. Once within the confines of her room, she looked to the mirror in hopes that she would see the man once again. The Lantern in her room still burning, she took it with her along with her bow and quiver of arrows. Silently, she slipped out of her room and down the back way out of the fortress. Taking a horse, she silently left from the main gate and skirted the out side of the outer wall. With her wolf at her side, she mounted the horse. Once she was far enough away from the wall, she began to ride the horse at a full gallop. Fidget able to keep up with ease. After riding for a long while on the kings road, she had stopped to water the horse and Fidget. She took the cheese from her sack and ate it while they two animals drank. Once they were done drinking, she climbed back on and continued to the Vale. She turned on to the road that led up the mountain range and looked about. Seeing the fog that surrounded the place, she couldnt help but look more.

GVanity: It was here that the raven will have returned once again with nothing. He will be settled into the throne as the women of the Council he had formed, save one single man, who was in their late 30's. Aaron, who would be able to see the man in a different light. He will look as he will pause a moment rising as Kazimir entered the Chamber. "They have send yet another request to meet with you." He said to Kazimir as he entered. "I could care less.. if they were that concerened they would be here by now.." he said settling into the throne chair. Deliberations were of thing such as money food, the plans of the mountains he had began, he seemed almost unintrested to know anything save it was being taken care of. However he listened, reluctantly. Wiping the nose as the older man look to him haning him a napkin quietly. He would listen to them as he would be introduced to other house head holding, men, which he tolerated as the women spoke of them well. The strangest, as he will look at them. He finally had enough of the messages,  sending a message back to the man who would be sending them. He would seem to feel something, pausing a moment he will then send a message back. 'We will be open to discuss any issues or queries with the lady of the house.' was all it had said, no even signed. Returned with a raven and he will continue to move forward. The eyes looking bored with this meeting as the women will only sit and speak with the men. The men watched their words carefully, as a middle aged woman sat on a side of him. a chair space away from him. The Moon outside look abandoned. No even guards it had seem. The cold eerie abandonment was apparent. So it had seem, the House was left to nothing. Yet in the fog, there were those watching. For it was then the eye of this man, of what was left of him will seem to drift, he will see in the vision of him mind a lady, walking along the front of the house. He had a visitor, the eye, as a flicker within him mind slowly felt within her own. She could for a splitting moment see him. He will say nothing, quietly he will take a drink and pause a moment in breath. CLosing him eyes, the fog will grow thick among the palace. None will notice as he did this often. Now it was limited sight regardless who one was to be. Yet a path will clear to her left,  They would speak of thing happening he paid no attention to, yet he knew someone was there. He spoke or lead to nothing being thought of as he sat there listening. Aaron will make decisions speaking for him,  Which he allowed as they made much sense. He look to him as he paused. Standing up suddenly and whisper to the Older man of him council. "Make decisions with Nonna, I entrust this to you.." he said leaving with saying little else. The man was always looked at in a very bizarre envious manner by other. He was immuned to the 'rule' of the new house since the taking of the seat by Kazimir. Noone knew why. He walked out of the Chamber and among it will make the way to a step,  if she would walk the path only visible, it will close behind her silently. She had company, a Wolf, tolerable, it was no man. He stayed out of sight, yet the path she will walk will be now shrouded in nothing,  small stones and trees growing  silently in the fog to cover familiarity. She did no announce her presence, a costly mistake. The sound of the voice to carry from all directions. "You have made a bold move to come here unannounced.." He said in hiding as the fog was so thick, barely half a meter of sight for who have the perfect of vision. "They rumour this place to be cursed, bewitched, by the likes the gods have no want to interfere with.. Illness could plague you.. " he said remaining still in hiding.

Harleegirlie: Roselyn noticed the fog grow heavier around her and brought out the lantern from her room that she felt the mystery man had left for her. She would hold it out in front of her with the beast at her side. Slowly she moved forward on the path that had opened up to her and turned suddenly when she felt the air shift behind her, sealing off the area that she had just walked through. Her eyes of stone grey looked about her. The fog lit up and gleaming bright white with the light of the lantern. The beast beside her walked at her side. Brushing against her leg in a way of letting her know that he was still there. It was then that the voice was heard. It caused her to take a deep sharp breath as she looked about to the fog that surrounded her. "I am under the understanding that my family's alley might be in trouble. What point would it be to send word that I would come?" She listened more to the warning and what she would consider to be a wife's tale that the older women would tell the children to scare them at night. "I am not afraid of what may or may not happen. If I am to come down with an illness, then the gods of old have willed it so. If I die from it, then I shall live in peace with the heart trees within the wood." Her words were bold but there was the very end of her voice that held a trace of fear. Silently, she pulled down her left sleeve to the middle of her hand. She didn't want anyone to see it. As it was her family knew. But there was one that she felt comfortable with it. The mystery man that she had just barely felt caress over the angry marks.

GVanity: Her voice carried with a pause he hear her listening to her eveyword. "Spoken unlike a Winterfell.." He could tell just by the way she carried herself what house she had come from. The men of that house will no be pleased you came upon you own, as they are needing to see this house Lord. "Then you have been warned.. what business you have of the Lord of this house? Seeking an allie for what reason?  This house holds no true friends.. for even in the beginning it was all nothing but pretend..." he said, in the fog a cloaked figure standing tall. What need of the prestigious house of the Stark have of the miserable noone of the Westeros? There is nothing here that concerns the Stark of this house, changes are made, there is no more Lord as you once knew of them. A new Lord have come rising from a world that is unlike this one. He held him eyes to her as he was mere meters away from her. The cloak complete chroud in fog. The wind blew. "Where did you get that lantern.... Lady of Stark.." he said as if he did no truly know. "Where did you steal that from?" He said as to him, it was the only way she could have one. "That Lantern have no business with you..." he said calm, however, she could sense the impatience of the question he had asked. "Careful of the answer... you hound will no protect you from the hell if I know you are lying.." he spoke. How did she get that lantern. He kept himself controlled for the moment, yet the urge to strike her down to reclaim it was struggling to surface under the calm dimeanor. He will ball a fist in the hiding fog, He fought the urge to curse her with illness to a hell that none will come from sane. Yet he waited,  He would no wait much longer yet he will wait. Waiting on what she would tell him. Yet he mattered little to him anymore. If she could see the sneer of him on the face of this man, in the eyes of this man, she had died a thousand times for even having the audacity of coming here with it. Unannounced, surely her house will send men to find her knowing it may very well lead them to him. In the business of this house, the last thing he wanted. "Yet the angry mind began to plan, the nature of him, for he did the best planning when he was unfuriated, or intoxicated, usually to be hand in hand.  "You are too fair to be out alone.. return to the house to come from.. before conflict plagues you house to the ways you had never seen Lady of the North.. you have no business here.."  He said to her, speaking nothing more of the lantern even if she did answer.  As in the mind a whisper tell him how it came to her possession.  Would she lie to him?  For this source he trusted to all other.  Waiting still for the lad to just leave.  With her life if she was lucky.  He had no intention of being any further patient than he was already.  Yet he stayed there before her, hidden in the fog and planning silently as he let her speak her peace.

Harleegirlie: She pushed the hood of her fur lined cloak back and down over her braided hair. Still holding out ther lantern to try and see who it was that talked to her. "I speak as my father would. It is only when one is frightened that they are brave." Hearing that she had been warned and then the questions that the voice had put forth to her, her grey eyes looked ot focus upon the direction that it came. "The House Arryn has always been friend of Winterfell and the Starks. Through marriage and various friendships over the many years and decades. Regardless of what you speak, the Dire wolf always runs where the Falcon flys. They have for generations." She took a deep breath as she listened more. Yet when she was accused of stealing the lantern that she held, her eyes grew angry. "No Ser. That is where you are wrong. This lantern was left to me in my room. By a mystery man that I have grow…. " Her cheeks flushed at the realization that she had become very fond of the man that she had called a mystery. Simply the thought of him caused her heart and mind to think of him. She heard the warning in his words and closed her eyes and tried to slow her heart once more. "I am not returning home without speaking with the Lord of Arryn. Again, the Wolf has always ran with the falcon." She closed her eyes once more. Trying to stop the near shaking of her body. Her mind drifted to the touch that she wanted to feel again. The only man that had seen the scars upon her and not said anything about it. The man that she had watched through her mirror while he slept. Trying to calm herself a bit more, she began to hum the song that filled her dreams from the night before. The very same tune that she had been huming all day long. it had filled her mind and had not been able to leave.

GVanity: The fact she knew the melody. Yet it was no he who had left this Lantern. Struggling with what to do, he would then seem to be beside himself. he remained silent, hearing this melody. He knew nothing more to do as then he will have paused listening to it. "We shall see how ehr faith holds.." he said. In the fog from above, the screaming of a Gryphon which came and in sudden  snatches her. Taking her above to the mountains. Her Hound to join her in another one swinging to do so. They will fly high and she will be settled in a large mountain Area, on the balconey, atypical of this year time, he will have her in the one place her father will no come to get her, even if he was able. The Vale,  Guard were seen walking to her as the Gryphons leave,  the fog to be so thick it will have only shown the blur of the sun. Her room she was in was many kilometers upward, Guard to be posted by her doors,  her bed left made, women were seen now. Tending to her room. Having been informed their guest as it to be said was arrived. They were to keep an eye on her. The Wolfe left by her side. The Order to maintain the Vale, as they would change their habit for this new development. She will no see him again, the knock and opening of her door a man, Who will bow to her. "Lady of Stark, " he kneels before her looking to the ground. "My Sincerest apologies.. Forgive this..." he said sincere, apologetic, regretting. "I wish we could have met under better circumstance, I am Grand Maester Aaron.." he said softly to her. "I will make every effort for the earliest release, and that this madness ends.." he said to her. "Please forgive this." he said to her remaining kneeled. "This house is unlike the Lord of Stark have remembered it.." he said quietly as if afraid to be heard. With this he will remained bowing to her kneeling.

Harleegirlie: In the moment that she heard the screaming of the beast from above, her head snapped up. She held tightly to the lantern as she didn't dare leave it anywhere. It was a simple thing, but meant something to her. Fidget looked up and began to growl as the winged beasts came and took them both. Her eyes closed as she simply prayed to her gods of old. Feeling the cold upon her face and the talons upon her, she forgot about her sleeve covering her scars. At that point, it didnt make much sense for her to worry about it. Once she had been placed back down, she slowly opened her eyes to see the Guards of the Vale coming toward her. Forced into a room, she turned to say something before the door closed but she couldn't. Sealed in her room, she looked about and simply sighed. She placed her lantern on the bed side table and looked into the dressing mirror as she had done at home. Hoping to simply see the man that she had come to be fond of. Wrapping her cloak around her, she was at least comforted by the fact that Fidget was once more with her. Her head snapped up hearing the knock. She stood before he came into the room and listened to the words of a man. "Maester, I think you for coming to see me. What has happened here?" She walked over to him and helped him to his feet. "Please, good Ser. There is no reason for you to be on your knees before me." She waited and looked to him. Fidget looking to her then to the man. Ready at any moment to leap when only given the word.

GVanity: He slowly rises, cautiously. "Word have been send to you father and you house, he will speak to the lady of you house. " he nod to her only able to say so much. He, along with other would speak as if the walls had ears. He will look at her, the face to show, he had a mild stroke,  Yet he did no speak of it. He had never recovered. He would no discuss anything else. He spoke carefully to her. "I hope this will be, resolved soon.. If there is anything I may do, send for me.. servants will be at you call all times." he spoke. "Please remain patient, leaving will only anger him.." He said as he will seem to close eyes and seem more frustrated. "I must go.." he said walking away after bowing to her once again. "Again, am sorry, for this... the Guards will escort you where you need to go, save the forbidden areas, see that you avoid them as they are discovered.." he stated. For it was the changing of the mood when they were new ones added to a list long already. This man had served this hiuse for many year, had a strong relation with their house yet when he left, he held a stroke, however, instead of resting he remained silent of it. It was obvious on the face, he still felt it pain, even by the struggle to keep the right arm moving freely. He quietly left the Chamber as the Gurd wee posted at the doors, afraid to enter unless called. Aaron, was afraid, or frustrated, or stress, something, that plagued him. Yet he remained within him station, which was the only way he survived. Upon leaving her chambers, she will find the pictures of the nobles who once ruled this house, were removed. Placed in a attic and only out of respect for heritage no destroyed. Guard posted in every corner of the Vale now,  The Soldier stayed as if statues, the tension of the house was so high, it was felt by all whom lived there. There were no servant, there were prisoners allowed to work, as it feel. Guards did their jobs, for they innately feel the conseuences were severe. Ladies of the house were held to a strict standard, the Men who managed to retain what little right they held left, were careful. Aaron would have been one who had seen more than many thought, witnessed more than he wished to. Yet he says nothing, because he was what was left of the house, former glory. Everyone else, which knew the house of stark, were gone. Their fates were kept secret. As the Gryphon that brought her ther eperched within sight across her balconey. A raven have come to set a letter to the Lord of the house. "You daughter have been arrested and is to stand trial, it is advised you reply to this letter from the lady of this House soon.." was all it had say. To prove it that she was there, a piece of her cloth was send with the letter, showing he had contact with her. The letter specifically stated. "Any Male to reply to this letter will be seen as disrespect and she will be killed.. this is non-negotiable.." Was send to the house addressed to the Senior Lady of this house. Did he care if there was one? No. He cared only that they would reply, he would take a chamber mad, over a noble man of their home. As he will make arrangement for dinner sending her notice to be ready soon and they will come to bring her to the Dinning Hall. She will find there was a closet of dresses mysteriously in her size. They said nothing of her Wolfe, they did no check her for weapons, they did nothing to make her feel as if they were threatened by her leaving or fighting. Yet she would be stopped if she did try to leave. The Guard will show up as if they were afraid to make eye contact with her. The will come to escort her when dinner was to be served soon. Walking down the halls of the Soldiers will seem to look forward, even to one another they did no speak. Unless they had to. The Servant will look at her sympathetically, seeming to hold their breath as she will walk by. Only to imagine what was to happen now. The Council began to walk escorted by Guard as well. It was as if they held a very eerie understanding of this house now. Making very interpersonal actions quietly, much nonverbal communication seen. A Lady to enter the Chambers,  "set Aaron by me, he eat first.." She commanded almost. The servant who mostly were men complied. No as if ordered as if willing to do so, he will be walk to the dinner table, settling first. "you need to eat Aaron... try to.." Her voice was stern. Her grey hair, and her mild and plain look she look to be in her late thirty year scale. He settle, as she will sit with him, knowing he will no eat when the Lord come, if he come. He presence of the dinner table was a show more so. For long moment she struggle with him to eat more. Morthia, I am fine.." He said softly.  She shaking her head.  "Please.." she said.  Taking him hand he will pause a moment looking to her eye and kissing her forehead.  "This house need you.." Her voice almost pleaded with him.  He will have some of the rice and soup.  however it exhausted him.  The nose bleed she will wipe from him placing a small cotton in the nostril hiding it well.  Everything was kept secretly.  Was it a plague?  Misfortune?  She will feed him as much as she could before the other will come.  He was too exhausted to eat any further.  She will keep her compsure, yet the servant watching as they will quietly do their work would seem all to be saddened.  "He is becoming to impulsive.." he whispered to her.  Leaing back in the chair a moment, she will nod.  "Yes which is why needing you now more than ever.." Her eyes looking to him.  "He loves you.." she said.  "So do I.." she smiled batting her eyes keeping tears from falling. "You keep me strong.." he held her hand look to her as he spoke those words. Her dark long hair, her plain dress, she will look to the man for many year she had loved. The whole house would be in tense fear, as they were afraid to speak up of this ailing man. Afraid of the reaction. The dinner table will be set he will sit by the side of the Lord Chair, the Guard to escort her to the table right across from Aaron. It was slightly liberal in some senses, the atmosphere of this house now. They grew tighter closer together, under the phasod of fear although of what was uncertain now. As there were too many Outsider movement to specifically show what this fear haunted the house to. "Will the Lord Be joining us?" A servant making settle of silvrware to the table asked. Morthia had replied, "We can hope this time.. it would be nice to see him given circumstances.." She said softly.

GVanity: Roselyn was not used to being escorted to the main hall of any noble house that she had visited. Yet another thing that struck her as odd. She had dressed in a gown of light blue and silver that she had seen in the closet. Very uneasy with the fact that all the gowns had no sleeves to them or short sleeves, the only way she had to hide her scaring was her cloak that she had wrapped around her once more. She had demanded that her companion stay within the room. Though she didn't like it, it was not Winterfell. A place that he would be able to come with her any where that she went. Her eyes of silver grey only shown more so with the chosen gown as they looked to the new faces that she'd seen looking at her. With every new face, she pulled her cloak over her left arm more but never once did she bow her head. She held her head up with pride and dignity. She was a lady of the House of Stark. The Wardens of the North. She would show the dignity and pride of her house to those that would look upon her. So long as she kept her left arm covered, she would be a picture of what precious flowers the winter kept hidden from the world. Her eyes looked upon Ser Aaron and she gave him a warm smile. "It's good to see you again, Ser." Taking her seat, she pulled her cloak around her left arm more so and smiled warmly to the woman that was next to him. "Good Evening, my Lady." She smiled with a nod of her head. She looked about at all that was going on around her. She would wait silently. Uncomforable to be without her companion and feeling that she would be judged for the scaring that was upon her arm, marring her appearence. ******* In the Great Hall of Winterfell, they had gathered for their evening meal. Maege sat with Brandon and they smiled as they talked back and forth. After the rest of the children had come to join them, Maege looked to them and then to her husband. "Where's Rose?" Brandon looked over the room and raised a brow. "Her and I had a spat earlier. She's perhaps still in her room. I'll go talk to her." He leaned over and kissed Maege who smiled in return and gave a nod. Rising from the table, he walked to Roselyn's room and knocked on the door before he entered. "My Winter Rose?.." He spoke softly. Opening the door it's full length, he stepped in with a smile before lifting his head and seeing the room empty. The smile fell from his face and his eyes fell heavy with worry in an instance. "Rose?" He moved about the room. Checked in the bed. Turning, he saw that her wardrobe was open and her traveling cloak was gone. "… damn that girl…" He muttered under his breath. Walking quickly from the room, every guard that he passed he motioned to follow him. Followed by a number of 20 men, he stormed into the great hall. Maege looked up to him with a smile only to have it fade. "What's happened, Bran? Where's Rose?" Her eyes grew with worry as she looked to the worried and angered face of her husband. "She's gone. Her traveling cloak is gone." From the corner of the room, came Maester Umber. "My Lord and Lady Stark… " Both turned their heads to the older man that had been with the family for as long as Brandon could remember. "What is it Umber? I'm not in the mood for useless news at the moment." He said sternly. The Maester looked to Brandon and shook his head. "I would not be bothering you and your family during your meal if it was something I could handle. There was a raven. It delivered this message. You both should read it." He handed Brandon the message and he began to read. Maege looked to her husband with concern and inquiry. Now, Rodrick looked up from his meal to his father. Waiting to hear what it was that came and was so urgent. "By the Gods..." Brandon just about whispered. He looked as if he had just been taken ill as he sat down and could only stare at the message in his hands. "What is it Bran? Don't you dare keep it from me.." Maege insisted. Rodrick stood from his seat and walked over to his father. Rodrick was the oldest son and heir to Winterfell being the age of 20. Taking the message from his father, he too read it. Sighing softly, he handed the message gently over to his mother. "Rose has been arrested and is being tried." Maege looked to her son with wide eyes as she took the message from him and looked to it herself. "Why talk to me? Why not talk to you, Bran?" Brandon simply shook his head. "I do not know." Maege got up from her seat and walked over to her husband and knelt beside him with a hand on his lap. "Then we send a message. You write it out and we will send it." Brandon shook his head. "No, Mae. It has to be you. I will not chance Rose for petty pride and tradition." Maege looked to him and shook her head. "But you are Lord of the house. There m…" "Be damned tradition Mae! Lord or not, our daughter's life is in danger! I will not.. not now.. not ever.. place a child born of my blood in danger of death for pride and tradition!" His stoney eyes stared at his wife with anger. "You will write. You will send the message. You will respond to this. Am I clear?" It was the first time that Brandon had ever yelled at Maege in their whole marriage. Even when she was young and tried to push him to his limit, he had never raised his voice to her. Maege looked to him and could only nod her head. Rising, she went to the desk and penned out a responce. " We have recieved your message. What is it my daughter has done to be arrested and what is it you wish?" It was signed by Maege as Lady Stark and her seal was affixed to it before she gave it to Umber. "Send it immediately. Let us know as soon as there is a responce." Umber took the message and gave a nod. "My lord and Lady stark..." With that, he turned and left. Sending out another raven with the responce. Brandon stood from the table and walked to his bedroom. Standing before the fire, he simply stared at it and spoke a soft prayer. "By the gods of my father and father before me.. please.. keep her safe..." **** Rose continued to wait in the dining hall as she watched Maester Aaron try to eat with the urging of the woman next to him. Almost unconciously, she continued to pull the cloak around her left arm as her hands stayed clasped in her lap. Waiting.

GVanity: She looked to her, a smile nodding to her. Noticing her cloak, outside wear is never permitted in the Table, it is something that was in place..." she stop there.  Looking to the chair next to the One which the lord would sit among.  "It is thing our Lord wishes to keep in memory.." she said.  "Please remove it.." she said softly.  "Regardless of the circumstances... we are no animals." she look to Maester Aaron, as he will pause to look at her.  "The Lady of this house, Wished it to remain all who came and ae with us would be settle.. and welcomed.." he said softly.  "The Lord intends to keep her wishes secure.." he spoke.  The Maid men who were there would come and look to take her coat.  A moment, they will all remove article of clothing.  Hoping to set the tone more lightly. Morthia was a more spoken well person.  She spoke her mind frequently.  "Whatever you are hiding under that cloak, it is of no consequence. To a long held Ally?" She said drinking from her glass.  Odd how small thing were started without the lord there.  Drinking, some even were able to smoke.  Another thing odd, the servant male or female, were hear checking in as confirming they have eaten.  Morthia listening for them as a Maid come to whisper in her ear she will smile nodding.  'Perfect, he will be pleased.." she smiled. "The servant quarters have finished their meals.." She smiled and nodded. Some of the Male of the table and a few of the offical women seemed annoyed, as Morthia spoke simple. "It was the Lady of the house wish, the Lord have deemed it so, it is the end of of the discussion" Aaron plate had been taken after he could eat no more, a part of the plate touched. Progress in their minds it seemed. Nodding as around the official of the table would find it improvement nodding in approval. She will walk have the servant come take him plate and a glass poured for him. He drank as the doors begin to open. Walking on Morthia will have a grave serious look to her face to hurry to remove the cloak. Everyone else will take their seat very quickly. The men save a few were to sit at the far end of the table. Servant were now all women. The hands at him side, all women. None were male allowed to even touch the side of the table he was on. He will walk in. The eye that she would remember will be shined in the candle light. Noone stood. However, they rose their glasses to him as he entered drinking. He Entered as Morthia would smile. "Welcome to join us Lord Kazimir.." she was inviting and smile. Her eyes look to him while everyone drank he nodded to her. The tension build in the room, Aaron could understand, yet he would say nothing. He settle down to the chair. The female servant will come and pour the drink, slowly, very slowly and cautious to make no sudden movement. They will pour the drink infront of him holding the crystal glass. gently and carefully setting it down before him. their hand even slowly releasing from the glass, yet even then, without noticing Rose was there, almost forgetting, the whole table watched him flinch. the jolt of him body caused a silence, until Morthia will lift her glass to have some wine from the Lord's Pitcher. Drinking, she will hold the glass up to her lips taking a healthy sip. "This is bitter.." she said nodding to him. He will have upon flinching have disturb the silverware, the spoon to fall to the floor. He will rise out of him chair  and kick it backing away from the table. The servant woman to pick it up, slowly and cautiously. She will throw it before him into the fire. To never be used again. He placed hands on the table, the tone changed. Yet Morthia had a determination to her. "He can use mine.." she smiled. wiping it from the soup she had it in. He took it, as if it was only the proof he had. The group of women who came in behind him, would stand by the doors, and no male were allowed behind him. She kept coming up with solutions to keep him in that chair. He cautiously settled into the chair again, the srvant keeping a distance from him even while serving. They will hand the plate to Aaron who will place before him. The apprehension was so obvious. the sound of the plate made him flinch, everytime he did, it was if the heart of the council sank slightly. Dinner began quiet Morthia will look to Rose. "Welcome to dinner.." she said as steak and fod was abundant in the table, Everything that could be imagined. The servant will stack ehr plate full. Wine and water and teas were there as the man, the one she saw in this mirror stayed there waiting for everyone to eat first from the table, before he had anything to eat at all. the spoon he held in him hand to keep track of it. Morthia would smile, although in her mind, she made progress, he did no leave yet. It was all she could hope for now.

Harleegirlie: Roselyn looked up to them as they told her of removing her cloak. She couldn't argue with them as she was a guest in their house. Slowly, she untied the cloak and let it slip down from her arms. Then handing it to the servent, she placed her arms down once more. The angry scars upon her fair skin shown like a horrid eye sore upon her flesh. Her hand went up to try and cover over some of it as she looked around to those that would see it. She said not a word but looked to those that would give her a smile and she in turn gave one in return. When she saw the lord of the house, her eyes went wide and she felt her heart begin to beat steadily faster in her chest. "...no..." She whispered to no one as her eyes looked to him. Over every part of his form her eyes trailed and only then.. did she move her hand from the scaring upon her arm. Taking up her drink, she looked about before taking a sip of it herself. It was not something that she was used to. There were many things that would be different here. Seeing the woman across her speak to her, Rose smiled warmly. "You are most gracious. Thank you." Seeing her plate be filled, she sat and waited. As it was only proper to wait for the Lord of the house to be fed before the rest of the house. Slowly, Rose looked to him and wanted to speak, yet her cheeks flushed and she couldn't. Instead, she raised her glass to her lips once more and drank. She would wait for the Lord of the house to begin as she was a guest in their house.

GVanity: Morthis see the scar on her, she will pause a moment placing the reasoning behind the cloak. "A Winterfell flower seem to have character.." she said her head nod toward her scars. She will look to the Lord of the house. "Common ground..." She only said yet she would pause a moment while eating some salad, a part of the leaf with the red wie dressing fell into her cleavage. Inappropriate for many houses, she casually take her finger and struggle to get the piece out of her unusual large for her frame cleavage. "I woke up last week with a bread in my bed.  I am certain the cooks love the saving of time and hassle from my late night meals when I am awake.." she laughed. Her milk white skin only accented her breasts which have seem push into the top she wore. "When I am an old bag of bones I will fear stepping on them as I walk.." she said some people laughing. "Pass no judgment my Lord.." she said quickly while she ate. A smile from him came. the clef in the lip from a scar will show a missing tooth. "We will have a black Smith fashion you a strong enough holding device for them." he replied. :Yes my Lord, I wish when you are king to be you rHead guard, they will stop many arrows for you.. as they have endred and grown strong from the seven children I have fed well from them.." she said to him aloud.  Aaron will have paused looking to her.  "All of which have never been ill a day in their lives love.." he said laughing.  "No lands which farm can have milk for babes such as her.. toast to her warrior feeding womanhood.." he claimed lifting a glass.  The Lord Kazimir to lift a glass more relaxed is it seem.  "The gods mountain milk.." he said lifting the glass as the entire tble would be unable to control laughing. as they lifted their glasses.  Her scars were nothing of anyone concern, as if they were invisible even when pointed out.  Everone knew they were there.  Yet had she say nothing they would draw no attention to them.  Morthia looking to Rose, again pulling a piece now of meat that fell off her fork.  "You have upset me Aaron, no snack for you later.."  As she said this, he will roll him eyes.  "My lord, order her to love me more.." he said looking to the two of them.  Laughter began to fill the house Dinning hall.  There was no major motion or ruckus of her be there.  It was if she was invited, expected, the auras of her real reason circumstance there were no existence. As he was relaxed the atmosphere was calmer, less strained. Morthia would make a joke every moment she could, laughter was something of her forte, with the Lord. Aaron had loved her humour for the two decades they were wed, It was at the time much of ony what kept this house in sanity. Kazimir, would no speak with Rose as he will have nothing to say to her. an hour come by, he will look to Rose simple, a nod to her. While everyone else was engrossed in conversation he will quiet speak to her. "You mother have replied to my letter... I will reply soon, you are able to send correspondence if you wish.. it is in you room.." he said to her. The voice straining to no sound vicious, yet he had no spoken to a woman outside of the house in almost two winters. "You speak here on behalf of you family.. speak.." he said looking to the table and then to her. "Ally of our... you may speak when you wish.." he said to her. With that he will then lift a hand, a moment or two as everyone paid attention to him. "Our Ally has something she wishes to discuss..." he spoke. Regarding their previous conversation, in the base of the mountain. "Let us listen and let her words be heard.." he said looking to her. Waiting for her to speak to the Table of dinner guests.

Harleegirlie: Rose smiled and laughed as the woman made jokes about the side of her own chest. She had relaxed enough that she could begin eating. It was wonderful and she was starving having only eaten some cheese that day and that was it. Her eyes gleamed and sparkled as if it were polished silver. Rose didn't speak but enjoyed the conversation and would every now and again, look to Kazimir and smile. When he leaned over to her and spoke to her, it was the same voice that had talked to her in the fog. She now had a voice and more facial expressions to add to her imagination. She enjoyed talking to him. When he spoke to her about wanting to let the house know and that she was the one that would talk on behalf of her house, it caused her to smile. Standing, she bowed her head to him with a smile. "Thank you, my Lord." She turned and smiled to the rest of the guests at the table. All minus Aaron, she had never talked to before. "As a Lady of Winterfell and of House Stark, I would like to extend the knowledge to the House of Arryn that where the Falcon will fly, as too will the Dire Wolf run. Your friends in the North will always come should the call be sent." She looked to Kazimir and gave a nod of her head. "My Lord Kazimir, thank you for allowing me to speak on behalf of my family and Winterfell." She sat and lifted her glass to her lips. Her silver flecked eyes looking to him as she could feel her cheeks flush once more.

GVanity: They hear her words as they lift their glasses. How easy this was for her it seem. Her scars were something they seem to act as if they were no there, although they were curious of them. He see her scars,  e was taken by her, she seem to timid, yet brave. Like a little youg girl who was trying to grow up. In him eyes anyway, yet she was older than him. Even with the scars, he see the world have no had a chance to be bad too her yet. Yet he will look to her as she spoke. She had seem so wanting to speak, and bring her house justice and honour. The scars he was intruigued. Yet he would no want her embarrased by replying. The scars on him head seen the tooth missing, he smile to her. unashamed with the looks. He embraced them, for they were him. Somehow he felt they made him more real, in some sense. The applaud fo her small statement he will smile. The reply reach her Mother, as it will only say, discussion of her crime will be done in person. "Come alone, no men." He will have it send, and then he would a notice to delay, however no stop her letters she will may send to her family. They will get there but delayed by a random number of days. He would see how much him family would treat her when she is in a position. A whisper only he could hear would come. He will only change him mind with some thing. He will send for her mother, yet tell her nothing. Intercepting her mother letter until later. The Game he will play. Looking to her only listening as the dinner would seem to take a life of it own. Morthia to come and summon for music. Some couple get up and dance, some still drink and converse, the dinner would be normal as any save for the notice difference. There would be discussions of Art, poetry, philosphy even music and sciences, sharing what they all knew, men and women. Servant seen serving drinks, and other thing happen so casual. He will sit and only watch. Never engage, which it was obvious he was enjoying watching. He will seem to have contemplating as th enight went forward. yet he would speak nothing. The people will go to Rose and invite her to conversations, and sharing the ways winterfell were, as many have no seen Winterfell. She would be their education of her lands. He will set to distance hear, and wait.

Harleegirlie: Rose smiled and looked to them all as they raised their glasses to her. It was nice to actually be able to do something. It was her first time actually able to do anything without the look of her father over her shoulder. She looked to him and smiled before her attention was taken away by the music. She smiled and listened with her eyes closed. Even going so far as to sing a simple melody to it. Her voice rang out as if it were gifted to her by the gods themselves. She should have felt uncomfortable with his constant looking upon her, but in some strange way, she wasn't. Her song was interupted when she was asked of Winterfell. Of which she gladly told them of. She spoke of the day to day life there. The atmosphere. The way the family interacted with everyone. She spoke of her father and the wolfs wood. She spoke of the northern wall that kept the creatures of the frozen north from invading the land as they had so many centuries ago. There was nothing she did not speak of. Then she spoke of the dire wolves that were there. Some looked to her questioning what the beast was. She turned and looked to him. "My Lord, would it be alright if I brought my companion into the hall to show him off? I assure you he will behave." She would give him a warm smile and wait for his answer. ***** It did not take much time at all for the response to come back to the frozen castle of Winterfell. However, with the warmth of Winterfell taken from it with Rose not being there, it felt colder then the land beyond the wall. Brandon walked the great hall and waited. Not able to relax or sleep knowing that his daughter was in danger. He blamed himself for it. If he had allowed her to do more and not keep her so close, this wouldn't have happened. Maege walked up to him with her night robe wrapped around her and touched his back softly. "We'll get her back, Bran. I've sent word.  Now we just have to wait." He took a deep breath and wrapped his arms around her. Kissing the top of her head, he simply held her. "I blame myself, Mae. I blame myself and now I can't do anything." As Maege was about to respond, Umber came back to the hall and bowed his head to them. "My Lord and Lady.. you have a responce." He gave the message to Brandon and he read it. "They have my daughter.. now they are asking for my wife to come alone? What sort of madness is this?!" Maege looked to the message and sighed softly. "Wasn't it you that said not only a few hours ago that there was nothing that you wouldn't do for her safety? How can I do anything else but meet the demands of this man?" Brandon looked to his wife and sighed. Taking hold of her face with both hands, he kissed her forehead. "I couldn't have asked for a better woman to be my wife. You are my strength, Mae." He gave a nod. "Reply to him. you will leave at first light in the morning." Maege gave a nod and penned out her response letting them know that she would be leaving at first light and coming alone. Placing her seal on the message, she sighed softly and looked to her husband. "There is nothing more that we can do at this moment, Bran. Let us at least try to sleep. I have a long way to travel come morning." Brandon gave a nod and walked with his wife back to their room. Laying in bed with her, it would take him a long while to sleep. **** Rose continued to smile and look to Kazimir and waited his response. She looked over his scars and his white eye. None bothered her. She wanted to know what happened to cause the scars but she would talk about it on a different time. She could see he was handsome beyond the scars that were upon his face. Even the fact of his missing toothed smile was still pleasent to see. Yet, she would wait for him to respond to her.

GVanity: They listened to her words and will smile. Talking and listening as the world around them was different. He nod to her for her to let the companon come. He saw no reason to deny her. The letter will come, her mother will be here in the next day. He will rise and it was time for him to retire. Yet he will encourage, her to stay and speak with them. He will nod silently as he will walk out of the doors, they wave goodnight to him. They had this surprise of thing, as in weeks he had no even come to speak with them as long as he did then that night, or at all. Talking about it, Morthia will look to them with pause,  "Let us just say the Gods have given us a chance to be back to something more normal.." She say Him head in her lap, as he will sleep she will caress her hand over "However even if he will never be the same.." one said softly. Morthia look to the lady who spoke. "Something is better than nothing at all.." she responded back. "You must forgive the Lord my Lady, The Lady of the house have passed in autimn, he have no been taking it too well." She explain. "Lady Donatella is still very miss in the house of Arynn.. she touched us all.." She smiled. "She was a gem to be seen." She smiled to the memory which she was bitter-seet of. "We do no speak of her much because it upset him.." she said softly. "He just withdrew from everything when she passed.  Nothing much bring him long held joy any further.." she said to Rose. Her eyes looking to her husband. "With every change among this house in the last two year, her presence was one that have if she was alive still, would have eased much.." she nod to her. "He loved her deeper than any ocean I can imagine, the only calm he ever know.." she look to her. Raising her Glass. "To Lady Donatella Victoria, May the gods know what treasure they have.." she toast to her honour. "we will miss her more than she will know.." she drank as everyone toasted for her as well. Abruptly leaving the Lord would go as he will be late for something, impulsively just leaving yet he will have nodded to all before he left. He will look at her once for a moment before leaving, seeming to have something to want to say, yet would no. He will retire to the room. Preparing for her to meet her mother who will be on her way. Ahead he will send falcons, to reply to him should she be followed or no Lanterns, precisely made as the one that appear in her room. were lit by servant. The cherry wood finish, the glass stained minimally, she will have watch, while her husand sleep. The servant will come light them, "The Lantern, barely tardy." she smiled watching them. "I remember when she first came to us with them, Donatella had a gift for making thing like that, he paid so much gold to have her materials imported so she could make what she felt the want to. " Her eyes looking to her sleeping husband. "She could make whatever she imagined.." Showing a candle holder of a gold and crystal behind her. "One of her earlier piece.." she pointed to it across the room. "He hve it polished daily, noone except the one who help her make it is allowed to touch it.."

Harleegirlie: Rose had smiled and went quickly to her room to get her companion. He wagged his tail as he saw her and followed her happily from the room to the great hall. Her eyes would fall once more upon the Lord of the house and again she felt her cheeks blush with the thoughts that ran in her mind. She walked past him and with her hand on the back of the beast's head, she guided him to where she would sit once more. Hearing the women and men speak to her of the beast wondering if he was vicious and some were even fearful of him being there. However, when she took a large meat bone from the table, he sat and took it from her with the most gentle of bites on the bone. Making sure that he didn't hurt her nor any one else. He laid down on the floor and began gnawing the bone happily. All too soon, he retired and her eyes looked to him. She wished he didn't go and a silent and soft sigh left her lips. Would he watch her through the mirror again? Where no one would see them? She saw the look as if he wanted to say something to her and wished silently that he would. But it seemed it wasn't to be. Once he left, she looked to the older woman and listened to her tale of why things had been as they were. Slowly, her eyes looked to everything that was pointed out to her that his late wife had created. Once more, she felt the same stab of pain that she always had when hearing of a couple. The house was nothing but reminders of his late wife. He indeed loved her very much. In her mind, the image of what she thought would be something she would be able to be happy with was slowly fading as she realized that yes he was her mystery man but with his heart still with his dead love, there was no room for anything else. Looking to Fidget, she reached down and stroked through his fur. "I'm glad to see that the house has been able to have a night about as normal as possible. The Lady was amazing with her work. It is a sad thing to loose one that is the light in the darkness for so many. I am sorry to hear of her passing. But give it time. I'm sure that he will remember what it was she wanted for him and how the house was happier with her here. It may upset him now, but a loss like that is not one that is easy to get over and move on from." She heard her own voice betraying her. With a soft sigh, she stood and looked to everyone. "Thank you for a wonderful evening. I am sure I shall see you in the morning. We shall see what the light of the new day brings. Perhaps it will be one that will gladden the heart of your dear husband. If you wish help with him, please do not hesitate to ask. I am more then willing to assist." She gave a warm smile to all and retrieved her cloak from the servent that had taken it before she waved to them all and walked back to her room. Fidget had gotten a second bone from one of the other woman and he happily carried it back to the room. Once inside, she took her hair down and brushed her fingers through it. Her eyes looked to the balcony and she placed her cloak back on before she opened the doors and walked out. Seeing the Griffin that had taken her to the Vale, she cautiously walked over to it. Fidget had stayed in the room and gnawed on the bone with delight. Yet in the light of the rising moon, she walked cautiously to the feathered beast. When she had gotten close enough, she slowly out stretched her hand to it. She would accept anything that the beast gave her. If it bit her, she deserved it. She was willing to take that chance as it seemed that her only true companions for the rest of her days were the beasts of Westeros. -To be continued-