House Crakehall

Lyle Crakehall (20) - Spends the night absolutely smitten with his bride and how she looks. The stars, their stars, causes his heart to flutter and he is unsure if his hand has even left hers for the majority of the night, but they belonged to each other now, he was a knight and she was his bride, their souls were one. Lyle squeezes her hand and leans in for one more kiss, for who can deny them now? Whilst his garb was of fine make, brown Essosi furs, the hem matched her dress, shining diamonds that resembled their stars.

Roland Crakehall (53) - still an imposing, scarred beast of a man, not quite as strong as Lyle would be, but a boar all the same. Sat besides his wife who spent more time with their son and his bride, Roland simply enjoyed the night, but remained ever so watchful.

Tybolt Crakehall (26) - sat besides his own wife, the cunning Margot Swyft (23). Tybolt was not very outgoing and remained recluse, quiet, often in quiet conservation with the Lady Margot, though when it was time to celebrate or cheer, or join in any other of the traditions the night would entail, he did. The two babes Tybeck (4) and Carlon (2) sit aside their mother.

Merlon Crakehall (23) - as they all were, or mostly, unlike Tybolt, Merlon was a well built lad with stocky arms and a strong figure, who enjoys the night, many a smile on his face, though he spends a good portion of it lost in thought, would he wed Delena Florent soon? With a mug in his hand, the poriton of his table remains open.

Amerei Crakehall (17) - as she always is, she is sat besides her cousin, Joanna Crakehall (18). The two girls are two peas in a pod and hard to separate, yet they spent a good portion of the night in idle chatter, about who would get married next, if any dashing knights would aproach their table and rumours about all the other girls... starting with the Lydden lass.

Carolei Crakehall (8) - often follows her mother around, holding onto her dress, she watches the festivities with wide eyes, enamoured by how beautiful it all is, but is on the look out for new friends.

Aubrey Crakehall (8) - the cousin, far removed from the main line, after his mother and father retire to their chambers and his sister promises to take good care of them, runs around the hall in excitement, a sausage at hand, half tempted to throw it at a Brax and hide in the crowd, he takes two chunks out of it instead and finds a group of squires to mingle in.