[center][h1][color=brown]"Elden Rowan"[/color][/h1]

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The Axethrower stirred from his light sleep, awoken by subtle cool breeze from the cracked window. The fell of a man was best known for sleeping, it was something he had always struggled with most probably due to the nightmares that haunted his mind so. Even the warmth of a body next to him was not enough to quell the raging fever that so constantly gripped his mind. His pale blue opened to gaze upon the delicate face of his beloved next to him. Iris looked angelic when sleeping. He wondered what she may have been dreaming off to look so content. Elden did not wish to wake her, so he simply brushed a loose strange of her soft hair behind her ear and climbed out of the bed. 

It was always a good thing that he awoke before her, if it was known they shared a bed, it could lead down some very dangerous paths.
The mirror in Lady Flowers room was soon filled by Elden’s hulking frame, the scars from his father’s torture and the numerous animal attacks littered his strong body. It was a warrior’s body, though in some respects he did not wish it to be. He did not like this place, this city. The Brute of the Goldengrove was a man of nature; being cooped up in towers and palaces felt wrong but it was where Iris needed to be and wherever she went, Elden would follow. That was just in his nature. He dressed himself and crept out of the room silently. Whoever said that he could not be subtle?

Descending the stairs into the main common room, Elden was greeted by the visage of Reed Stark and Tiras Rivers. [b][color=brown]”Good morning, my lords”[/color][/b] He greeted them as he joined them at the table. He had yet to properly get to know any of the little Lords and Ladies. It was not out of spite or any misguided sense of worth however. The truth of the matter was very simple; Elden wasn’t good at talking. He was a lonely soul through only the fault of his own ability, nothing more. Today was the Tourney; he was not yet sure he would participate but if he did, then God help his opponents. [/center]