She ignored the Whitehills with what grace she could. She tried
to turn a blind eye to the mess they had made – to the shredded
tapestry, thrown aside like it was trash. She supposed that’s all
that it was to them – trash.
Talia doesn’t want him to take her away from her home. Dangerous
as it may be, it was still her home. It was where she had grown up.
It was where she had been at Ethan & Ryon’s side, as well as all the
others she loved. Before everything went wrong, things had been
good here – she supposed she had never shaken the hope that
things might be good again… Though it seemed she would not be
able to stay long enough to see her hopes come true.
She keeps her hands folded in front of her, her back stiff & an
expression she can hope will pass as dignified on her face.
She tried not to let out a dry laugh at his words – her letting him?
Agreeing? if she had it her way, she’d stand by her house until
the very end… Though it seemed it wouldn’t be so.
She nods nonetheless, holding whatever grace she could. She
would act a lady, rather than a child. She had too if she wished
to make it through this with her pride in tact.
“ Perhaps we should go somewhere more private
— without drunken fools & cowards there to pry. “
She spoke boldly. She ought to have met him in the yard rather
than in the hall – the Whitehills had claimed the great hall as their
own…. it wasn’t though & she wouldn’t let them scare her. She was
stronger than that, she told herself.
Bard knew how difficult this must be for her, to now be torn away from her home and her family. He wished this didn’t have to happen but in a situation like this, there was no other choice. It was either marriage or open war against a house that Bard knew his people had no chance to defeat, not when they aren’t at their best. He couldn’t do that to his people no matter how much they had wanted to fight.
Her bold words surprised him, not because he had thought her to be weak, but rather it seemed a wrong thing to say with the Whitehills in the room. Bard had always been taught to know the right things to say in certain situations and he knew better than to escalate an already volatile state, but it seemed Talia had no desire to hold back. He’d admire her strength, if he had not thought it a bad move considering everything that’s going on.
The Whitehills reacted accordingly, frowns and some of them stepping forward, but Bard gave a look to his guards who made their move, essentially blocking the Whitehills from getting to the Forrester girl.
“I don’t need Whitehill men to get in the way of me deciding what to do with my betrothed, I can take care of it.”
Bard’s voice steady and strong. He may simply be a boy of sixteen but he is the lord of his house. The Whitehills may think they have favor but House Lagirion does not stand beneath them. They may have sworn fealty to the Boltons but that is all Lagirions will do.
Taking Talia by the arm, he pulls her into an empty room and signaled his guards to stand watch.
“As much as I admire your bravery, Lady Talia, you should choose your words more carefully.”
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