Thread: Of Wolves and Lions (Iikaitlynii & Cold)

The Starks were currently outside with their bannermen waiting for the daughters of Walder Frey to come out. If Rowenna Frey were being honest she was feeling quite fidgety about having to go stand in a line up to possibly be picked to get married. It just felt so awkward. Usually in betrothals a person didn't have much of a choice, at all, in who they married but Walder Frey wanted a relative married to a King which was why they were all coming out to possibly be picked. Standing around the others as they walked she felt inadequate by comparison. Perhaps that was probably just because some of them were taller than her so she felt short. Like the others she had brown hair, long, and light brown eyes that went well with her completion. The petite girl stood near the end of the line as they came out to stand before the king since she was one of Walder Frey's daughters by one of his more recent wives, thus making her quite young. Being just a few years younger than Roslin, her half sister. As the last remaining came ones now arrived in the Great Hall all they were left to do was stand there and wait. They all had similar clothing on, the colors of house Frey. To be fair, none of the clothes were particularly comely, probably because they didn't wear extravagant clothes like other great houses might do. Most of the women were excited thinking the king would pick them but Rowenna was just.. nervous. With there being more than ten girls in the line it was probably smart not to have such high hopes like the most of the others did. The king as attractive, there was no doubting that. It probably had some of the not so pretty girls swooning even more at the sight of him and wanting even more to be picked. In reality it was still a betrothal with someone you didn't know. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad for whoever was picked though, she thought to not be so pessimistic. The day was just like any other day as things of court had to be dealt with. Now that Robert was dead and Joffrey was king the lords and knights had to swear fealty to him and their loyalty to the throne once more. This was particularly important because of the growing tension between house Lannister and house Stark. There were claims that Joffeey wasn't Robert's so and now they had Stannis claiming the Iron Throne was his and Renly Baratheon fled while Ned Stark was currently imprisoned. The proceedings were rather slow and Cersei could tell how little Joffrey liked these sorts of ceremonies. Like his 'father', the now deceased king, he preferred more active things like tournaments and knights fighting in a fight until the death sort of style. He had strength, she thought, but even the Queen Regent knew he was getting harder to control and he was doing more things against his advisors. The thought only seemed to be proven true as he jumped down and kicked a lord in the face. Some rage shown through on her face despite herself as she rushed down to her sons side attempting to keep her voice low enough for everyone not to hear. Trying to tell him he couldn't do things like that was going right over his head and he quickly left the room. Regaining her composure the Queen Regent went over taking the seat in the throne and apologizing and making up some excuse that the king had to leave and she would continue with the proceedings. There weren't very many people left so she suspected it wouldn't be much longer.