The year is 286 AC. King Jaehaerys II has just passed, leaving the throne without a rightful ruler. While his three children fight for the crown, Winter creeps closer, and unimaginable darkness looms.
Not all alliances will be so typical this time. In fact, many people have a crucial effect on the way this story is told. As for the ending, we only hope there are enough people left alive to tell it after its passed.
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Post by Carmilla Lannister on Aug 25, 2017 22:25:53 GMT
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[attr="class","textieno"] It had been a few days since the wake, and a few might be an understatement. Carmilla didn't return to Lannisport, instead she pushed further to the North. From Blackwater Bay, she set sail until she reached Gulltown. There, she stayed a night or two to recover from the arduous voyage the ship had to offer. After all, she wasn't an Ironborn. Within these two nights, she explored the streets of Gulltown trying her best to get her hands on a trading post. But the trading post wasn't of a great importance if compared with her true purpose to visit Winterfell; Carmilla wanted to visit her good aunt Alira. Now, Alira was rarely seen in Casterly Rock. This bothered Carmilla a bit; she was ignorant of what the Lannisters had done to her. Still, Carmilla wanted to engage Alira in conversation; she wanted to know the woman who captured the heart of the Northerner and became the lady of Winterfell. Aunt Alira was present in the Wake; she came with the Northern envoy, but she excused herself early. Carmilla tried to secure an appointment with her, but her attempts had failed. It didn't matter, though. Carmilla always wanted to visit the North, the fabled land of ice and snow. She sent a Raven to Winterfell to announce herself. The last thing Carmilla wanted was to visit her aunt unexpected. Regardless, she wrote in the letter when she was going to land in White Harbour. [break][break] At White Harbour, Carmilla left her Lannister guards. There, Northerners were waiting to take her from the port straight and direct to Castle Cerwyn by boat and through the river. From Castle Cerwyn, the Northern guards took horses escorting her to Winterfell. It was freezing cold and the Lannister wasn't accustomed to this kind of weather. How aunt Alira was able to survive all of these years was quite the mystery, but Carmilla managed to warm herself with layers of fur and wool. At last, Carmilla saw the gates of Winterfell. How long did this journey take? Perhaps, a fortnight, more or less. Carmilla stepped out of the cart; she could feel vapour condensing once her breath left her lips. The young Lannister wore a black dress which showed nothing of her skin except her face; she used to wear a cloak that had the Lannister's sigil on it, but she exchanged it with a cloak of fur and wool to keep her warm. The guards led where she was supposed to meet Alira Stark, her aunt. Carmilla felt anxious, she wasn't in her element. Perhaps, it was the North's unrelenting cold. Maybe, it was the dread she felt for meeting an older member of the family. [break][break] They opened the doors, and they let her in.
Alira is the Lady of Winterfell, although her southern roots leave her with a bad attitude and sharp tongue. She cares for her children more than anything, and some people even suspect she may care for her husband.
Carmilla's arrival was a happily anticipated one. Perhaps one of the very few Lannisters Alira actually liked, Carmilla was a flower. Strong and delicate at the same time. Beautiful. She had played no part in Alira's punishment, and she had only met her niece a handful of times at Lannister events. The young girl seemed to beam in pure joy when Alira spoke with her, almost like a child to her mother. Alira treasured the young blonde.
"I would tell you that you will get used to the cold, but I have been here for twenty three years and still shiver at the wind." Alira smirk and moved forth to greet her niece. Her arms opened, and Alira embraced her tightly. "I am glad you decided to make such a wayward trip." Honestly, Alira wondered what the rest of the family thought about Camilla travelling all the way to Winterfell in order to meet with the black sheep of the family. Perhaps she had not told them, but Alira doubted a young Lannister daughter could get away with lying about her whereabouts. After all, Camilla would be gone from Casterly Rock for a month due to the travelling times.
"Though I am glad, I am also curious. Your trip cannot purely be because you missed your dear Aunt, especially when we were in Kings Landing together. Tell me, what brings you here?" Alira unintentionally reminded herself of her childhood in Casterly Rock; the Master's hands had always been cold. "Is someone after you?" she asked, her natural reaction that the girl was in some form of trouble.
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Post by Carmilla Lannister on Aug 26, 2017 19:44:09 GMT
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[attr="class","textieno"] Carmilla entered the room where her good aunt, who was a lioness and a wolf, was waiting. The young Lannister smiled, her lips curled into a sweet grin. "Oh, Aunt Alira!" Carmilla opened her arms as well to take hold of her aunt. "The cold here seeps through the flesh and into the very core of bones!" She meant exactly what she had said. The North was the land of forever winter, indeed. Even in the summers, snow fell and the air had a chill like no other in the whole realm. If this was the summer, so how was the winter? For many years, Aunt Alira lived there and endured this harsh environment. "I mean to accustom myself to the Northern winds." Carmilla said the words soon after the release of their embrace. "It won't be easy, I know! Perhaps, unachievable even." The young Lannister chuckled; she was willing to understand how her Aunt lived in Winterfell. The room wasn't without its source of warmth; Embers burned with passion, and the Hearth won't become cinders anytime soon. It was said the walls of Winterfell proved to be warm as well; Carmilla heard there was some sort of circulatory system which helped flowing warm water from the deep to keep the walls warm. The young Lannister forgot about the chills and the cold, for a moment. [break][break] "I am glad as well to be here!" Certainly, the life in Winterfell seemed so different form that of Casterly Rock. That much, Carmilla was able to gather from the few moments she had spent thus far. "Not that I am aware of!" Was she followed? Carmilla had never thought about the possibility, but as a Lannister, she was a target to machinations. "I always wanted to visit you, Dear Aunt!" Perhaps, by that time, they had taken a seat to continue their conversation. "Our times together were always sparse and in-between." Such was the truth; Carmilla enjoyed her Aunt's presence and conversation, but they had only met on a few occasions. "If you give me the opportunity, I would like to stay here with your for a while." Carmilla wanted to see how her good aunt lived in Winterfell, and how she endured the weather. In fact, Carmilla wanted to know her aunt better. "I want to learn from my good aunt how to survive as a woman!" Carmilla was honest; she wanted to survive, and Lady Alira Stark was the only one who could teach her how; she was the Lady of Winterfell, and that was an achievement on its own. "I have told Yuiliya, my sister, that I will go up to the north!" She clasped her hands both on her thighs. [break][break] "I hope, I will have your blessing!" Carmilla didn't want to be an inconvenient guest or even a nuisance.
Alira is the Lady of Winterfell, although her southern roots leave her with a bad attitude and sharp tongue. She cares for her children more than anything, and some people even suspect she may care for her husband.
Carmilla was just precious. So innocent and starry-eyed. Alira could tell she had big dreams and high hopes. It almost saddened the elder Lannister woman to see someone like Camilla existing in a world like this. She reminded her of her daughter, Ashe, although Camilla was much more bold and independent. This fact was highlighted especially by the fact she traveled all this way on her lonesome. "I'll help you adapt. I'll give you one of the warmest rooms we have." Alira hugged her tightly before pulling back and taking in the sight of the young woman's face.
"You want to learn how to survive as a woman," Alira mused aloud, "But I don't think you'll like the things I have to say." Surely, Camilla was blinded by her feelings of admiration for Alira from childhood. To most people, Alira was strong and a fantastic leader. She was able to take care of Winterfell in her husband's absences. But only her two families knew she was also cunning and manipulative and snake-like. She would ensure the longevity of her family no matter the cost. And the cost was often deaths of others.
The older blonde motioned for Camilla to follow her. She would begin walking through the hall, looping her arm through her niece's as she guided her along. "Life is more cutthroat than you can imagine, my dear Camilla." She stopped in the feast hall. "But enough of foreboding politics for now. Let's have some wine. I want to hear what kind of woman you are now." Alira motioned for one of the serving boys to pour two chalices of wine for the women. She sat at one of the tables, almost all of them being vacant at this odd hour of the night. "Tell me, what boy has captured your interest?"
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Post by Carmilla Lannister on Sept 3, 2017 11:54:01 GMT
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[attr="class","textieno"] With Alira's approval to stay, Carmilla's lips took the form of a gentle smile. She was even to be given the warmest room available which was kind of generous. Indeed, Winterfell wasn't Casterly Rock. There was going to be a great difference in life style, and Carmilla was determined to accustom herself to harsher environments if that could help her be a stronger person. While the Westerlands had everything at its disposal, thanks to the almost limitless reserves of gold beneath the Rock; the North had to survive on other methods which led its people them to be broader in frame and sturdy of Constitution. Carmilla could tell from what she had seen thus far since her arrival at White Harbor until reaching Winterfell. The men of the North were taller, and they looked harsher; unlike the men of the South, at least from what she had gathered from Western men or the men of the Reach who seemed more lean and lithe. "Thank you, Good Aunt! You have my undying gratitude!" Carmilla's amber eyes almost shone with so many emotions; the appreciation of her aunt's hospitality and the resolution to make the most of her stay up North. [break][break] The young Lannister walked by her aunt's side, their arms were intertwined; they left this room seeking another. Candle holders lit the way and offered a semblance of warmth. Carmilla was always curious about Aunt Alira, but none offered answers back at Casterly Rock. When she asked about her aunt, Carmilla's questions were ignored. Something was about, she could feel it; a mystery of sorts. Carmilla contemplated why Aunt Alira had told her she wouldn't like her opinions and points of view. Still, Alira spoke of a certain concept which governed all ways of life; Life was fierce and intense, and it required ruthless measures to be involved in order to solve dire circumstances and matters. Carmilla nodded positively in agreement, she found the argument to her liking. Was it the life of Winterfell which led Alira to adopt and carry out this kind of wisdom? Or had she had it since the days of Casterly Rock? [break][break] The feast hall was large and spacious as it was expected, it was meant to serve many; Yet, it had the chance to serve only them. Valets were dispatched to bring them wine, and so it was; two chalices were filled with spiritual substance. Carmilla had always feared wine; she feared she would embarrass herself if her mind went numb and absent. The young Lannister smiled wavering between drinking the wine or not. There, she got slammed by an unexpected question. Certainly, these questions were bound to be asked, but she didn't expect them by then. "Ah!" Had she ever had the chance to love a boy? Carmilla felt warmth creeping over cheeks. The answer would be, no. The closest thing she had ever felt was when a low-born merchant offered her an apple for free while telling her how beautiful she was. "Are we allowed to love?" She asked her Aunt. Strangely, Carmilla had never had the chance to talk with her mother about these matters. "Aren't these things predetermined for us, the Nobility?" Carmilla knew was a bargaining chip for her parents to use in order to grow more in power through a marriage that could seal an alliance. [break][break] Love was not meant to be, to the likes of her. "But to answer your question, no!" Carmilla chimed, her voice was gentle but remorseful. "I am afraid of falling in love with someone and then get married from another; it will break my heart!" Thus, she had to steal her heart from this kind of emotions.
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