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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.
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