[color=orange][b] Golden Mountains and Golden Lions, The rebuilding of House Lefford[/b][/color]

Lord Lorimer bowed his head in respect towards his able bodied and minded commander. Ser Martyn Lannister was a smart man, that much was certain, along with his cool and calculated take on the current situation with rebels that seemed to be plaguing the Westerlands at large. Lorimer beckoned Ser Martyn to step closer to his own side, a sort of disarming and friendly gesture to entreat a more personal conversation. [color=orange][i] “Ser Martyn, you are a wise and valuable military commander, and I count myself lucky to not only be sworn in service to House Lannister once again, but to have you as my ally, and perhaps one day, as a friend, here in the Golden Tooth. House Lefford did our service without question to your forebear for many years, even when the tides were against us. I wish to once again prove my family’s loyalty and usefulness not only to your House in general, but to good and able-bodied men like you.” [/i][/color] Lord Lorimer paused, examining the map table more closely, before speaking again with earnest. [color=orange][i] “Ser Martyn, if you would allow such, would you take seventy five men rather than fifty. I know it may seem over precautionary, but I rather not risk you and those with you being outnumbered or in a situation that would desire more soldiers than what you have. These bandits, and perhaps by divine chance, true descendants of the Reyne family, cannot be allowed to so freely run amok. I give my blessing and agreeance with your plan of action, root out the scattered encampments of these criminals and oath-breakers. That should hopefully clear the region for your cousin to march unharrased on both Castamere and Tarbeck Hall.” [/i][/color] Pausing again, Lorimer turned to face Ser Martyn, and offered out his hand, speaking with a smile on his face, [color=orange][i] “Ser Martyn, I will take care of all the bothersome paperwork and dispatches, you focus on making it back here in one piece, so that you may enjoy a feast with your men and the stodgy paper pushers like me.” [/i][/color] Lord Lorimer said with a wry smile. 

After Ser Martyn had said his piece, and with hope, shaken Lord Lorimer’s hand in friendship, both men would go their separate ways. Lorimer watched Ser Martyn leave the room, saying a silent prayer for both the Lannister Knight and the men that would be going with him. The room now stood empty aside from Lord Lorimer himself, as he stared intently at the map that dominated the table. He gazed at Casterly Rock, Lannisport, The Crag, Castamere, and so on, from castles big and small, all the lands under the domain of House Lannister, who they themselves had nearly been ruined by Queen Cersei Lannister. But, fate and the noble deeds of Tyrion Lannister that saved them from a fate that would probably have seen them stripped of their paramountcy and titles. His own house had hardly fared better, and only now was it hopefully starting to recover as well. War, war is hell and sees many a man and woman dead.

Lorimer turned and stalked from the room, his feet hitting the stone floor lightly as he made his way to the disused gardens that were once a shining beacon of the castle. He passed through rooms and hallways, some having been converted into billets for soldiers, others were storerooms, and others say full of half-forgotten furniture and items from times past. A heavy sigh emanated from Lorimer’s body, his gaze locking in on a sad looking patch of dead flowers, memories drifting back to bed time tales of the Golden Tooth before it was sieged, before it was sacked and burned. He turned away from the pale reminders of a better time, or at least a time when the gardens were maintained and looked after, and wandered further out into the gardens, towards the Western edge of the castle ground and the gardens themselves. It was here, where Lorimer spied two very beautiful things, one, that being his lovely wife Lady Myrielle, and two, the overgrown with ivy and plants fountain of his family’s crest. [color=orange][i] “Now, what do we have here? Such a lovely young lady, in my gardens, my, she must be up to no good. Announce yourself, my lady, who are you and what have you done with my heart, for surely it has been taken by your sorcery.” [/i][/color] Lorimer said with a smile.

Myrielle slowly stood back from what she had been doing, looking towards her lordly husband, smiling happily as she sauntered over to him with the grace of a lioness herself. [color=salmon][i] “My Lord Lorimer, your lordship, I am but your humble wife, do your eyes fail you already in the radiance of your beautiful wife? My, I must lament the loss of your sight, for now how will you be able to see the arduous work I am investing into the beautiful gardens of your ancestral home?” [/i][/color] Lady Myrielle said in a loving tone, a toothy grin playing across her sensuous lips. Rolling her eyes, she covered the rest of the distance to leap into her husband’s arms, causing both to tumble to the overgrown grass behind Lorimer. She smiled, and laid many a kiss atop Lorimer’s head and even more upon his lips. Lorimer let loose a peel of joyous laughter, returning Myrielle’s kisses with earnest, as he lay back on the grass, allowing his wife’s hair to fall across his face and chest. Lorimer moved in to place another kiss upon Myrielle’s lips, but a lone finger connected to a dainty hand, with a smiling face looking back at him.

[color=salmon][i] “Patience my love, patience. We will have plenty of time for kisses and rolling about the lawns and covers, but first, I want to show you something that I think will bring heart and spirit back to you. Now lets help you up my love.” [/i][/color] Myrielle rose slowly up to her feet, with the help of Lorimer, and after she fixed her dress, she reached down to help Lorimer himself up. She smiled, and took Lorimer’s right hand, half dragging him back towards the fountain. Together, they knelt by the marble edge of the fountain, which was now apparent to Lorimer since Myrielle had begun cleaning and pruning the plants and debris away. She let out a childish peel of laughter, before stepping into the murky water, and dragging back a huge brace of vines, revealing a beautiful mosaic beneath. [color=salmon][i] “ My love, it looks like a few things escaped destruction, and this is one of them. It’s old, but no less beautiful. I wanted you to see that some of your home still held the former beauty it always had… this is a piece of your history… and well… I wanted to tell you something else as well… my beloved Lord Lorimer.” [/i][/color]

Lorimer stared in disbelief. The vines were pulled away to reveal a truly beautiful and unique mosaic of his family’s crest and more. It was crafted from precious gems, metals, and polished stones that were certainly old, perhaps one of the older parts of the castle itself. He couldn’t believe such a wonderful thing had survived the chaos of war, of the castle being sacked. He turned his gaze back to his wife, to his love, and responded in loving kind, [color=orange][i] “Our history my love… what is mine, is yours. You are my family now, we are joined together, Lefford and Lannister, a golden marriage to last the ages, my sweet Myrielle. This is our home, and one day, our children’s home. We will rebuild it together, and make it the way we both want it to be. You are a Lefford now, we shall take pride in our home and family my dear. Now… what is it that has your tongue tied, other than my own at times?” [/i][/color] Lorimer said with a roguish grin and a loving tone. 

Myrielle moved out of the fountain, from the murky water to the yellowed grass and dirt covered stone pathways. She smiled, looking at her husband as she took both his hands in hers, looking upwards at his dreamy eyes. In a fluid motion, she moved his hands to rest atop her belly, reaching up on her tippy toes to plant a kiss on his nose. She let him stand there, a look of perplexion across his face, before she spoke in earnest and love. [color=salmon][i] “Well, my lovely husband, it has been a few weeks now, since the last time I bled my love. I am with our child my love… you are going to be a father.” [/i][/color] Myrielle smiled, letting her husband process what she had told him. The poor man took a good few moments, before letting out a shout of joy and embracing his wife. They were going to be parents, he was going to be a dad. Myrielle smiled, she was going to be a mom, a parent, and above all, a part of a family.

[color=orange][b] Lady Cerenna Lefford, Private thoughts and worries [/b][/color]

Cerenna sat in her room, or rather, laid atop her bed staring at the ceiling. She let out a sigh as she was left alone to her thoughts. Now that her brother was Lord of their ancestral home, The Golden Tooth, it did raise a certain troubling conundrum. While it probably wasn’t at the forefront of her brother’s mind, she would need to find a suitable marriage. She rolled onto her stomach, burying her head into the pillow, letting loose a small nervous laugh. [color=deeppink][i] “I am such a fool. If only fate would allow such things that the heart desires. Ser Aerion, he is the perfect man to be a wife to. But his path and my own are so different, not to mention my brother… he must think for our family now. Damn Aerion for being so bloody honorable. Just once… one time would be all I would wish for. By the Seven, look at me pining away, smitten over a man who I could never be with.” [/i][/color] 

Cerenna sat back up, and then leaned back against the wall which her bed resided against. Perhaps it wasn’t so bad, nor something to really fret over. She let out a sigh, and focused on more pressing, or perhaps more realistic matters. She let her mind clear itself, forcing it from the wandering path to a more directed and controlled manner. Her brother was a good man, perhaps better than she gave him credit for. He would certainly let her have some say in who she married, furthermore, he would not just pick some match just for the sake of an alliance. Most likely Lorimer would pick a man close to her age, a knight at the very least, or a minor lord. She took a deep breath, and let it out. [color=deeppink][i] “Well, I better go bother Lorimer, and see what he has planned for the future for our family, and my fate.” [/i][/color]