Post by JAEHAERA TARGARYEN on Jun 26, 2015 20:19:03 GMT
She didn't want to go out. No, the festivities her father hosted, she hated them, hated the idea that she had to go out and be social: it wasn't what Selyse did. She was good at other things, like thinking, not mindlessly applaud while other knights tried to kill each other (it was an exaggeration on her part and she knew it, but she was far too upset to pay it any mind) and ladies tried to flirt their way into some other wealthy lord's pants.
She had tried on the dress her septa prepared for her: soft red velvet for the skirt and a white upper that covered her almost entirely. A lady mustn't show skin until she is married, her septa had said, and Selyse tended to agree with the old woman. If someone wanted her, they needed to like her for her cleverness first, for her quirks and for her strange tendency to frown.
Her feet took her to Andaren's room and the redhead knocked on his door, well aware that it was late at night. "Brother?" She spoke clearly, not seeming to care if anyone heard her: she was free to go wherever she wanted in Riverrun, no one except for her mother and father ever told her otherwise. Not that they dared to, her anger was the silent type, quick and ruthless.
"Are you awake?" She asked as her hands fiddled with her skirt, eyes locked onto the closed door before her. A door, that was all that kept them apart.
She had tried on the dress her septa prepared for her: soft red velvet for the skirt and a white upper that covered her almost entirely. A lady mustn't show skin until she is married, her septa had said, and Selyse tended to agree with the old woman. If someone wanted her, they needed to like her for her cleverness first, for her quirks and for her strange tendency to frown.
Her feet took her to Andaren's room and the redhead knocked on his door, well aware that it was late at night. "Brother?" She spoke clearly, not seeming to care if anyone heard her: she was free to go wherever she wanted in Riverrun, no one except for her mother and father ever told her otherwise. Not that they dared to, her anger was the silent type, quick and ruthless.
"Are you awake?" She asked as her hands fiddled with her skirt, eyes locked onto the closed door before her. A door, that was all that kept them apart.
