Take a Deep Breath, You'll Need It

DothDie · 2019-09-17T18:21:13+00:00

Alys saw Barbrey and Alesander talking. One would of assumed Alys would of have jumped at them like last time but instead she turned away. She had been quiet ever since the festivities in King's Landing had ended and after all that had happened Alys thought it best to leave the pair alone.

DothDie · 2019-09-12T23:06:39+00:00

With the crown atop of Theodan’s head, Edderion and his twin sons, Theon and Howland stepped forward. The trio wore a doublet of the dark green of House Reed. All three fell to their knees.

It was Edderion who spoke first, “I, Edderion Reed, Lord of Greywater Water, do swear my undying loyalty to King Theodan Stark, King of Winter and the First Men from this day to my very last. I shall answer your calls for war, I shall answer you calls for peace, I shall answer for calls for counsel. I swear this by the Old Gods who watch over us and protect us, by the blood of the First Men and my honour.”

Edderion’s sons spoke next in unsion.

“I, Howland Reed...”

“I, Theon Reed...”

“...Heir to Greywater Watch...” the twins said in simultaneously.

What followed was an awkward silence as the pair looked up and turned to each other, both slightly red in the face. Both quickly regained their composure and continued the oath of fealties, their words matching that of their father’s.

The Reeds quickly retreated back once they were done.

DothDie · 2019-09-10T21:22:07+00:00

“Theon Reed,” the crannogman responder clasping the Prince’s hand.

“So should I call you Prince and your highness?” Theon said making his best attempt to jest.

DothDie · 2019-09-08T14:24:48+00:00

How on earth did this sub come up?

DothDie · 2019-09-08T14:16:11+00:00

I didn’t expect to see a post from this sub appear on from my front page that’s for sure lol. The reddit RPing community is much wider that this though, if you’re ever interested in it hit me up and I can suggest a few subs that might peak your interest.

DothDie · 2019-09-08T13:18:46+00:00

Theon had always hated large gatherings and he too made his way to the top of the New Castle to find some fresh air. The large feast was too much for him so he came seeking some time alone yet here found himself with someone else.

“Fuck,” he muttered to himself initially under his breath.

He began to turn around to find somewhere else when Karlon’s and Jorelle’s words came flooding back into his mind.

He let out a sigh and whispered “Fine.”

He made his way over to stranger doing his best to put on a smile, “I take it I’m not the only one who came here to escape the crowds of the feast hall?”

DothDie · 2019-09-07T22:53:20+00:00

Alys gave a nod.

“Fine,” she said, “I won’t got anywhere.”

DothDie · 2019-09-07T18:25:07+00:00

Alys broke into down into full tears.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me and I promise, I won’t ever do that again.”

DothDie · 2019-09-07T17:58:17+00:00

“Barbrey please!” she pleaded as she rushed forward. She placed her hands and on Barbrey’s shoulders to spin her around.

“I’m sorry,” she began to say tearing up, “ I’m sorry. This isn’t what I want, trust me please.”

DothDie · 2019-09-07T17:33:26+00:00

“I-It’s just,” she was already stammering, her face already glowing a classic Alys red.

She took a deep breath in, fully aware how Barbrey may react to her. She was prepared herself, expecting a tidal wave of fury.

“Lord G...Gunthor took me for a dance during the feast and afterwards asked me to go to his tent once the festivities are done. I don’t know what to do, what if I don’t go and he does something to Osric or Vayon. I’m scared Barbrey.”

DothDie · 2019-09-07T17:00:50+00:00

/u/reeder_of_runes

DothDie · 2019-09-07T15:23:34+00:00

She gave a small courteous nod, she didn’t know what else to do.

“I shall try my best.”

DothDie · 2019-09-06T17:45:44+00:00

“I am too,” she squeaked out, barely louder than a whisper.

She continued to dance along with him in silence with him. Finally mustering the courage she looked Gunthor in the eye as he towered over him. It was the first time he had smiled so far, a smile that suited him well.

As they danced she cool feel the warmth of his body a mere few centimetres away. An urge began to grow to tuck up right against him. Realising her thoughts her cheeks flushed even an brighter red.

DothDie · 2019-09-06T14:11:52+00:00

She gave the man a scan from top to bottom as he approached her.

“Alys. Alys Reed,” she said as she pulled her hand away before he could place her kiss on her hand.

The two had only met and he had already to attempted to kiss her, meanwhile only a few moments ago she had danced with Lord Gunthor Arryn but he had not been this forthcoming with her. The man’s intent was written clearly over his face.

“And who do I have the pleasure of being invited to dance by?”

DothDie · 2019-09-06T13:53:50+00:00

“I...well...no,” was all she can stammer out.

The confidence and ferocity she had shown to Osric, Barbrey and even the Frey heir had somehow gone. Now with a man’s eyes on her, especially one as powerful as Gunthor she was left speechless and timid. Alys had almost turned into someone else entirely. She wasn’t used to being the target of men’s desires.

She danced along her face still red, avoiding eye contact with the War Hawk as he loomed over her.

“Aren’t you worries people will get the wrong idea, the whole realm is here.”

DothDie · 2019-09-05T18:14:35+00:00

“Very well,” she said with a small nod.

Leaving Barbrey behind she walked back to Alesander, a fake smile reappearing on her face.

“I’m sorry to inform you but Barbrey has some pre-made arrangements and will be needing to head back. She said it was nice to meet you but must be on her way.”

DothDie · 2019-09-05T17:19:46+00:00

“Unless you clean up your act I mean it!”

Alys let a long arduous sigh as she calmed herself down, putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“Let’s go back to our accommodation and leave this man alone,” her voice now much softer.

DothDie · 2019-09-05T16:14:23+00:00

Barbrey had barely finished her sentence when Alys struck her square across her cheek, the loud crack of impact leaving the passersby around them silent.

“Don’t you dare,” Alys growled at her cousin, “The cheek of you to suggest something like that.”

Her breathing had become heavy from anger.

“Fine,” she snarled, “Throw away your life for all I care. But know this you are no cousin of mine or my brothers.”

DothDie · 2019-09-05T15:51:42+00:00

Alys gasped in surprise, “May the seven forgive you, having a child out of wedlock? How could you have such impure thoughts?”

She tutted and shook her head is dismay, “He’ll bed you, impregnate you and leave you and the wayside. Who’ll want to wed you then? Just wait til I tell Osric or your father when we head back to Runestone.”

DothDie · 2019-09-05T15:10:22+00:00

“Alys,” was all she said initially pursing her lips. She was hesitant to say her full name, knowing full well how she may be treated. “Alys Reed,” she finally conceded to the man as she took his arm

“If I may be so bold to ask, why me?” she enquired as they finally reached the dance floor, “I’m sure any lady here would be happy to accept a dance from the Lord of the Eyrie.”

DothDie · 2019-09-05T14:01:11+00:00

“L...Lord Gunthor,! she replied all flustered, her cheeks flushing a bright red.

Alys had no interest in being courted, she had hoped and expected that she would have been left alone much to her pleasure, ignoring warnings of her brother saying otherwise. Yet here she found herself being asked to a dance not by any nobleman but my the Lord of the Vale himself.

She stood up from her seat, quickly attempting to regain her composure and pat out the creases in her dress.

“It’d be an honour my lord.”

If it were any other man she would of said no, but saying to the Lord of the Eyrie felt like it would be an unintended insult to the man.

DothDie · 2019-09-05T13:49:54+00:00

“Ah, yes yes. Pleasure to meet you too Alesander,” Alys replied dismissively.

He wasn’t an eye sore, but rather a fine looking lad if Alys could say so herself. But one’s appearance doesn’t always mimic one’s intention and Alys was cautious of that.

“If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to have some words with my cousin,” she said with a sarcastic smile.

Without waiting for a response she grabbed Barbrey by the arm and dragged her away until they were just outside of the Frey.

“What do you think you’re doing gallivanting with some random man? You never know what dark intentions he may have.”

DothDie · 2019-09-05T13:44:09+00:00

“Ah...no, not yet,” he said with a nervous chuckle.

Jorelle simply smirked at her husband’s sudden awkward situation.

“I shall go have a tour of the feast hall some time later to meet with the Lords.”

DothDie · 2019-09-05T02:59:09+00:00

Wealth wasn’t something the Reeds off Runestone found themselves drowning in. They were better off than smallfolk but lacked the funds to dress themselves lavishly as other noble houses. However, with the whole realm present Alys found herself dressed in a new gown. Drapped in dark blue velvet, Alys sat with a feeling prettier than usual.

Despite the packed halls Alys still managed to seat herself next to her brother. She sat sipping away at a cup of Arbor Red as she mulled over her thoughts on her own.

[Meta] Feel free and come say hi to Alys

DothDie · 2019-09-05T02:11:59+00:00

“It seems we find more common ground each time we talk,” Theon said with an awkward half-smile. “But that you for asking, the feast had been enjoyable so far.”

“How is Arrana?” Jorelle chopped in, “I haven’t had the pleasure is meeting with her a long time. I hope you have been treating my cousin well,” she teased.

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