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As joyous as an event this was meant to be, Theon could only partially share in Robb’s joy. He’d been all smiles at first, assuring the northern king of his support while inwardly he flared with worry and anxiety. Now was not the time to openly accuse Robb of making foolish mistakes, even if Theon could speak freely in his presence. No, for now he would drink enough to take the bristling edge off his shoulders, and keep an attentive watch over those nearby that had not accompanied them from the north.

A voice to his left drew his attention and Theon cast his grey-blue eyes upon the woman beside him. She was not familiar, though it was fair to say most people in this city were not. It made him feel shame at times, to know better the names and faces of the northern men in place of the Ironborn present with his sister.

“Here.” He had a bottle resting near his hand, already half emptied of its contents, and pushed it towards her. If he were not careful, he would easily drink it all himself, and then what use would he be? “I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure of meeting you, my lady.” He said, offering a small smile. She was pretty, he’d admit to that much, and considering the lack of value in most company around him, he would settle for her.

Alyssa couldn't make this man out, and she didn't like that. Well, it only made her more curious of what was going on inside of his head. He didn't seem entirely present at the celebration, and she wondered why. Perhaps something personal, or something much bigger. The war was bound to bring change and loss and sadness to many. She wondered what it had brought him. For now, she wanted to enjoy this time, and took the bottle offered to her, taking a heavy swig from it, before setting it back down. "Hmm, that's interesting." She admitted, licking some residual wine from her bottom lip.

"I don't believe so either." She smiled. "Lady Alyssa Stokeworth." She introduced herself, giving a sarcastic, half-cursty. She so wished she had made out who he was or where he was from, other than the North, but alas her skills had failed her this one time. She would be sure to remember him once she heard his name. "And you are?"

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closed for @icekraken || the stark wedding celebration

Northerners were still a whole new culture to Alyssa. Parties everywhere were the same generally and served the same purpose, but it always fascinated her how differently the people acted at each one. She was surprised to see younger children running around in the beginning. She half expected a brawl or two to play out only for each side of the very loud altercation to suddenly laugh and embrace each other. It was almost admirable how close each house seemed to be here, at least for the most part. She came to gather understanding for what the King in the North had planned next, but this night did not seem political except under very hushed whispers that even her skilled ears hadn’t picked up just yet.

Until she could find someone interesting to converse with, and perhaps get a piece or two of information. She decided to immerse herself in the party and actually enjoy herself. She always loved a good party, but ever since the death of King Robert, she always felt as if she was in defense mode. Constantly finding vital messages to bring back to her sister, loyal to House Martell and inherently neutral for the time being. She couldn’t see the harm in her presence in that sense. Downing a cup of ale, she winced a little. Gods, I need wine. She sighed, turning on her heel and flashing a smile to the first Lord she set eyes upon. “Pardon me, do you happen to know where I might find some wine? As it turns out, I’m not much of an ale person.” She shrugged, a small laugh escaping her lips.

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closed for @ofannara || the red keep

Cersei Lannister was like a thorn in Alyssa’s side. She never quite interacted with the woman on more than a cordial level, but she was everywhere, all of the time. Alyssa admired, feared, and despised the woman in one fell swoop. She didn’t like anyone she couldn’t read well, and Cersei Lannister was at the top of that list. This entire evening was for the sake of Annara. Ever since they were little, Alyssa enjoyed being her little bird. It was never asked of her, she simply did it, and had fun doing it at that.

A smile here, a laugh there, charming the information out of tipsy partygoers was her specialty. At conversations end she often snorted at the personal details that were so easily spilled into her ears. A lot of the time useless, but occasionally she could piece together multiple stories into a larger puzzle that made for an interesting discovery. At that thought, she finally locked eyes on her sister and made her way over to her. “I’d like to think Cersei is trying to show all of her cards tonight, but I believe this is merely a distraction. I wonder what that woman has up her sleeve.” She took a sip of wine, her words loud enough for only her sisters ear.