[color=787b81][sup][h1] [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d2/f6/eb/d2f6ebd6700286e176e51107edd7f89b.gif[/img][/center][b][center][url=https://fontmeme.com/game-of-thrones-font/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/220926/370a6474383d5fd546b972a2188ea845.png[/img][/url][/center][/b][/h1][/sup] [right][sub][color=#dd8ead]interactions:[/color] Alaric | Brachyllo | Unnamed Unfortunate Soul [color=#dd8ead]mentions:[/color] Rycann | Alarra [@WXer] | Skagosi [@Vanq] [/sub][/right][/color][hr] [color=787b81] News of the tourney taking place at Summerhall reached the Dreadfort with plenty of time to prepare. However, it seemed however, Lord Bolton was busy with other matters at hand than throwing thoughts to attending a southron event. Having been present for the wailings of the small folk expressing their grievances, it irked the Lady of the Dreadfort to no end to see how meekly her nephew handled the poacher situation. Instead of allowing young Alaric to take the offender away she quickly climbed down from her seated position calling out to him with a sickly sweet smile set in place upon her lips, [color=#dd8ead]"Allow me, dearest nephew~"[/color] [center][color=#DD8EAD]✦[/color][color=#DF92B0]✦[/color][color=#E297B4]✦[/color][color=#E49BB8]✦[/color][color=#E7A0BC]✦[/color][color=#EAA4C0]✦[/color][color=#ECA9C4]✦[/color][color=#EAA4C0]✦[/color][color=#E7A0BC]✦[/color][color=#E49BB8]✦[/color][color=#E297B4]✦[/color][color=#DF92B0]✦[/color][color=#DD8EAD]✦[/color][/center] [color=#dd8ead]“Can’t he see the benefits of going south and mingling with the other Lords?”[/color] The dark haired Lady of the fort sighed in frustration as she paced the stone floor, light from the multitude of candles casting an ethereal glow along her frame, shadows dancing on the walls. Wails erupted from the rooms surrounding her while her own present company dwelled silently. [color=#dd8ead]“I swear, it’s as if all other plans and ideas have sailed from his mind as soon as he took [i]her[/i] as a wife,”[/color] she shuddered at the mere thought of her sister in law. There was no love lost between the two of them and her dearest Lord brother favored her words over those of his wife's, but there was still [i]something[/i] there that kept his thoughts on the edge between the two and it was becoming increasingly more difficult to sway him to her side more often than not. The poacher hung there, loosely, arms shackled to the ceiling, legs crumpled under him on the ground, struggling to hold him up. They had been down in the dungeons for quite some time at this point and the fact that no solution had come to her was making the Lady cantankerous. More so than usual. [color=#dd8ead]"Is there nothing you have to say for yourself? What did you think was going to happen, [i]hmm[/i]?"[/color] She brought the bloodied blade up under his nose catching on a nostril. [color=#dd8ead]"Did you think we weren't to find out? That you would be dealt with without consequences?"[/color] [color=white]"S-spare me, m'lady... please, please. Have mercy-"[/color] He tried so desperately to speak without his voice wavering, to hold himself up with some dignity. Though him begging stripped him of that long before Raelith threatened him. It was pathetic to bare witness to. A sick sort of smile came over her as she dragged the blade further down his torso, stopping between his fourth and fifth rib, [color=#dd8ead]"Mercy? This [i]is[/i] mercy."[/color] The door to the chambers swung open revealing Brachyllo Hotoris, the captain of the house guard. A towering man of impressive stature and even more impressive decorative hair. He was a Second Son back when Rycann traveled with them in Essos. Striking a friendship of sorts he accompanied her Lord brother back home and hasn't backed down from the tasks at hand since. A blessing and curse. [color=#dd8ead]"Ah, Brach, whatever can I do for you?"[/color] [color=f6989d]"The sarcasm is not welcome, [i]Lady[/i]."[/color] His playful words didn't seem to match his stoic posture. It was the same with him always - so mirthful one moment and then militant the next. A flip of the coin to experience the different facets of Ser Hotoris. Raelith however, was an exception; always getting a playful encounter with the guardsman. It was as if he fed into her perverse games. Wasn't as if she were going to say no. [color=f6989d]"Your presence is required elsewhere."[/color] [color=#dd8ead][sub]"Of course it is,"[/sub][/color] with a final glance back towards the poacher she thrust a long blade from the assortment laid out near the door into Brachyllo's arms, [color=#dd8ead]"He poached. I'm thinking the loss of his less dominate hand. He still needs to feed his family."[/color] Before she could make it past the threshold the captain spoke up, tossing the blade between hands, testing the weight of the weapon and gauging as to if he were going to use it or not, [color=f6989d]"That's very generous of you-,"[/color] It wasn't like Raelith to be so courteous with those worthy enough to make it to the dungeons. So to see her take being pulled from her... [i]hobby[/i] so willingly was truly a sight to behold. The dark haired beauty halted her steps and turned to look back, [color=#dd8ead]"Make no mistake,"[/color] a scoff on her lips and a scowl upon her face - she didn't want to leave matters in his hands but what could she do? She was summoned and it would behoove her to heed her brother's call. No matter how inconvenient. [color=#dd8ead]"It is not out of generosity that I do this, but because it would benefit us to have as many able bodies possible to protect against those Skagosi that are marching towards Karhold."[/color] [hider=TLDR] [color=787b81][list] [*] Raelith sits in on her Lord brother's manorial court & takes the poacher off of her nephew's plate [*] Takes poacher to the dungeon to torture while ranting to him 'bout traveling to the tourney [*] Captain of the Guard comes in to relieve her - tell her she's been summoned [*] Tells the Captain to lop off a hand since they still need him to fight when the time comes since the Skagosi are on their way [/list][/color] [/hider] [/color]