Alyria Stark
Riding along, Alyria thought to herself. Here she was, a woman of age, set to be married to a man she hadnt seen in five years, and who she didnt very well have the fondest memories of. The last time she'd seen Lord Steffon Baratheon, she'd still been a young girl, barely fitting in her own skin, and she certainly hadn't looked like she did now. In her mind, she wondered if he had changed at all, though part of her believed he would never truly change. Well, this her chance to find out.
When one of her fathers men rode up along side her, she watched her eldest brother go off with their father to greet the Baratheon's High lord, Kale. She'd heard stories about him, that was true enough, but he'd always seemed a bit different when around Alyria and her family. He seemed like a true, and honorable man, though she knew from those stories that he was not.
"M'lady, your father wishes you to prepare to greet your betrothed." She sighed at his words. "He's gone off to greet them." Turning to face him, her words took on a more...professional, but still kind tone. "Am I to speak with him now?" The man simply nodded. "I believe so."
As they reached the stables, Alyria dismounted her horse and turned to the man. "Thank you. I'll go speak with him now." She wasn't even sure about how she felt speaking to him, now that they were betrothed.
Walking along, it didnt exactly take long for her to find him. "It would seem you haven't changed a bit..." As she looked up at his eyes, she held his gaze as she gave a small curtsy. "my lord." Rising to stand straight, there was a smirk on her lips, though, why, she had no idea.
Riding along, Alyria thought to herself. Here she was, a woman of age, set to be married to a man she hadnt seen in five years, and who she didnt very well have the fondest memories of. The last time she'd seen Lord Steffon Baratheon, she'd still been a young girl, barely fitting in her own skin, and she certainly hadn't looked like she did now. In her mind, she wondered if he had changed at all, though part of her believed he would never truly change. Well, this her chance to find out.
When one of her fathers men rode up along side her, she watched her eldest brother go off with their father to greet the Baratheon's High lord, Kale. She'd heard stories about him, that was true enough, but he'd always seemed a bit different when around Alyria and her family. He seemed like a true, and honorable man, though she knew from those stories that he was not.
"M'lady, your father wishes you to prepare to greet your betrothed." She sighed at his words. "He's gone off to greet them." Turning to face him, her words took on a more...professional, but still kind tone. "Am I to speak with him now?" The man simply nodded. "I believe so."
As they reached the stables, Alyria dismounted her horse and turned to the man. "Thank you. I'll go speak with him now." She wasn't even sure about how she felt speaking to him, now that they were betrothed.
Walking along, it didnt exactly take long for her to find him. "It would seem you haven't changed a bit..." As she looked up at his eyes, she held his gaze as she gave a small curtsy. "my lord." Rising to stand straight, there was a smirk on her lips, though, why, she had no idea.