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ASOIAF - Threw the eyes of House Lashton ((Still Open))

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“Good morning Stelsa. Thank you for yesterday.” Lord Renault said to her. “You will be inspecting the keep for Lord Tyrion’s stop on his way to King's Landing. It needs to be warm and welcoming. We don’t entertain royalty much anymore, so we need to make him feel at ease.” He instructed her.

Stelsa did her best not to frown as Lady Madeline entered the room. “Of course father.” She said quietly. She took a bite of her breakfast, and wondered where in the world the rest of the family was. She was not in the practice of small talk and pleasantries when it came to being alone with the newlyweds. She made it a point to not be alone with the woman. Stelsa was coming to regret not sleeping in like she had wanted to.

"Good morning." Madeline said towards Stelsa.

For the short time Madeline had been living here, Stelsa had not been able to find a legitimate reason to hate the woman. She wasn’t mean, or spoiled. The lady didn’t pretend to be in charge over Stelsa, or insist to be called mother. In fact she hadn’t been what Stelsa expected her to be at all. She was loving towards her father, and overall played the part of a good noble wife well. But the idea that Lady Madeline had taken her late mother’s place beside her father, made Stelsa dislike the otherwise outwardly nice woman. Witnessing Madeline kiss her father on the cheek, and seeing the blatant affection in her father’s eyes as he spoke to her was irritating to say the least. Stelsa bit back the nasty retort that was brewing, and politely inclined her head in greeting to her new stepmother. Thankfully Radford and Cedric entered the hall before Stelsa’s notorious tactlessness appeared. Relief was all she was feeling as she watched the boys take their place at the table.

“I trust you slept well?" Cedric asked Stelsa.

“Well enough I suppose. But you know me Cedric. I’d still be in bed if it wasn’t for our guests arriving today.” Stelsa said candidly to him. Cedric was someone Stelsa considered family, as she’d known him since she was seven years old. She trusted him as much as she trusted Radford. There was a short time when he first arrived at Ash Falls when she had a crush on him, but that ended quickly when her mother explained he was her father’s ward, and should be treated as a new brother. “How any of you wake up so early and go running baffles me.” She said happily to the men in the room.

“Good morning my sweet sister. It warms my heart to see you. I absolutely love the dress you wore to father’s name day celebration yesterday. You reminded me so much of our own pure mother, Gods bless her soul.” Radford said to her.

Stelsa was amused by her brother comments, and greeting. She hid her pleased smile by taking a sip of the ale in her cup. She was glad that her dear brother and favorite person in the whole world appeared to approve of her behavior. He seemed to be participating in it as well. “Good morning to you too. And thank you Radford.” She replied to him cheerfully. If you knew Stelsa well, then you could most likely spot the mischievous flash in her eyes and approval of Radford’s words. She was happy Radford noticed and appreciated the dress, even if her father didn't.

“It appears that Lord Tyrion will be coming around midday. If you’d be kind enough to help plan accordingly for his visit, perhaps the Dornish red from the celler would be an adequate spirit for this evening.” Renault said as he glared at Stelsa for a moment, and then moved his sight back to his wife. “And thank you for last night, I couldn’t have asked for a better name day celebration.”

Stelsa didn't miss the brief glare. It hurt more then she expected it to, but the added comment about yesterday’s celebration just made her angry. What about the last five name day celebration she and Radford planed for him? Or any of the ones mother had arranged when she was alive?! Stelsa balled her hand into a fist under the table, the gold silk of her dress crushed between her fingers. With the rest of her food forgotten she stewed in her temper. She was just about to blurt out all of her angry thoughts when the peasant covered in dirt and blood ran in.

Things were set in fast motion then. First she looked to her father for reassurance or anything, but she followed his gaze to Madeline. Who knew abandonment was a feeling. She stood up from the table and looked to Radford for instruction. Fear, and worry snuffed out the anger that had been brewing, but the hurt was still in the back of her mind. Stelsa didn't know what to do in this kind of situation. The urge to run over to Radford and cling to his arm was knocked out of her mind, by putting on her brave face. Though her eyes betrayed her, she stood still at the table waiting and watching.

ASOIAF - Threw the eyes of House Lashton ((Still Open))

I got distracted by sims 4 pets. Oops. Anyway I'm working on my post now. Should be up tonight.

ASOIAF - Threw the eyes of House Lashton ((Still Open))

What are your guy's thoughts on Stannis burning Renly, instead of flat our killing him.

@Hannibal

Well brienne of tarths storyline begins with the red priestess creepy demon assassination of Renly. Also how would you exsplaine Renlys capture to be burned the somehow getting away. And what about Marjorie his wife? I don't like changing things unless nessasarry or if the goal of the RP was getting house Lashton on the throne or something.

ASOIAF - Threw the eyes of House Lashton ((Still Open))

I'll have my second post up by tomorrow. Just FYI my next post most likely will be shorter then my first. Thankfully this is a casual RP not advanced. I know some people (including myself) get overwhelmed or feel the need to match post length but it quality over quantity. And I'm in this RP for the fun and creativity. I just wanted to get this out there. Since I tend to quit RPs if I feel stressed to post lengthily stuff.

ASOIAF - Threw the eyes of House Lashton ((Still Open))

I want Danny as queen sooo...

ASOIAF - Threw the eyes of House Lashton ((Still Open))

Just wanted to say! I'm so excited about this RP!

Replace one word in a movie title with "VAGINA"

Shark boy and Lava Vagina

ASOIAF Game of Thrones family idea. ((Open))

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ASOIAF - Threw the eyes of House Lashton ((Still Open))

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“M’lady your father wishes for you to wake.” A servant said as she came into Stelsa’s bedroom, lit some candles, and drew the curtains. It would take a little more prodding from the servant to rouse her from sleep, but once Stelsa acknowledged the servant’s presence the woman quickly left the room to finish her other morning duties. Now Stelsa was just lying in bed, staring at the rafters of her ceiling. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She glanced out the window to see a regrettably dark blue sky, and fog covered river staring back at her. It was definitely too early. She hated being awake before the sun.

The only light in the room was a soft glow from the dying embers in the fireplace. The three candles the servant had lit flickered in the corners of the room, making shadows dance on the walls. Her desire to go back to sleep was winning against her better judgment. She snuggled herself under the cozy covers. Closing her eyes she contemplated if the possibility of vexing her father, was worth staying in bed. With a bitter sigh, she decided that she would get up. Her father's name day celebration was yesterday, and it had lasted late into the night, long after half the household went to bed.

The rose-pink light of dawn was barely gracing the horizon as she finally pushed off the covers and sat up out of bed. Her long brown hair was always a wild mess of waves when she woke up. She fidgeted with the ends of it, and sighed again. Lately it had been colder at night, but now even the night chill was creeping into the mornings, slithering under the doorways, and windows. As she placed her feet on the ground the chill from the stone floor crept up her legs. She shivered and swiftly grabbed her woolen robe from the end of the bed. Stelsa shrugged it on over her nightdress, and shoved her feet into her slippers.

There was a distinct knock at the door that could only be Perra, and Stelsa’s mood immediately brightened. “I’m coming in. Big Mae doesn’t trust you to get yourself up, so she sent me to make sure you do.” Perra playfully mocked as she waltzed into the room, shutting the door behind her. “Is that your way of saying good morning? Because as you can see I am awake, and almost fully out of bed even though it’s still dark out.” She said back as she stood up and smiled over to Perra. They had been friends since they were five years old, and the fact that Perra was lowborn and Stelsa was highborn thankfully never seemed to affect their relationship. Unlike her old friend Jeems who had resorted back to calling her m’lady this past year, and was now ignoring her existence.

Perra pulled out a gold silk dress from the trunk at the foot of the bed. “You should wear this today since the king’s uncle, the imp is coming yah know. Everyone in the kitchen is talking about it. Do you think he's really as ugly as everyone’s saying?” Perra asked as she unfolded the dress, and patted down the creases. Stelsa did wonder how long Lord Tyrion would be staying here. She had not been paying much attention when her father explained things to her and her brother. “I don’t care if he is ugly, I’m more interested in why he is even coming here in the first place. Hopefully he'll find his visit enjoyable, and be on his way.” Stelsa said quickly glancing at the simple gown Perra chose. It was the most expensive gown Stelsa owned, mainly due to the lush gold silk material. She had only worn it a handful of times, and it was Perra’s favorite.

Stelsa brushed her fingers over the embroidered sleeves of the blue dress draped over the chair in the corner. She had worn it yesterday for the festivities, and was planning on wearing it again today. It was her mother’s old dress, and she was curious to know if her father even noticed. She had been leaving little reminders and hints of her mother around ever since her father remarried. From what she gathered, none of it even registered to her father. Stelsa happily agreed with Perra’s choice instead, deciding to give the passive aggressive behavior a rest for the day. Perra helped lace Stelsa into the gold gown. She then proceeded to brush Stelsa's tangled brown hair into a less wild state. By the time the sunrise was in full swing Stela was fully dressed, and Perra had magically managed to tame her hair enough to pin it into a court fashion. To some this could be considered a small miracle. Getting her out of bed was considered a chore by most, so Stelsa was normally the last one down to breakfast.

Perra ran off after saying something about forgetting to make the dough for tonight's fish pies. The light silk of her dress was doing nothing to prevent the cold morning air from making her shiver, so she ruffled through her trunk of clothes for a coat. Thankfully the brown fur trimmed one she loved was still folded and wedged where she left it weeks ago. It was old, and since she'd grown four inches since it was made the hem ended in an awkward length above her ankle. Her favorite thing about it was the ivory buttons, and green ivy leaves she had stitched around the collar. Stelsa made her way to the great hall for a absurdly early breakfast. If this were any other day she would still be burrowed under her blankets fast asleep for the next hour. "Good morning." she greeted her father with a kiss on the cheek. She sat down in her usual place, and food was brought out. She spread blackberry jam onto a slice of bread, and took a bit.

ASOIAF - Threw the eyes of House Lashton ((Still Open))

I'll have my first IC post up in about 8-12 hours from now.