A small laugh left her lips as she raised a brow. “I hate to disappoint, but I am not Bryce, although my Septa did tell me that I walked like a man when I was a child.”
The sound of a female voice immediately caused Celia to become contrite, and the woman whirled around with an apologetic expression. “My lady, I hope you’ll accept my sincere apology. Most people, it seems, thought better of wandering away from more populated areas especially after what happened to the Queen.” It still seemed a little foreign to think of Cerelle Lannister as Queen, especially since her life had been so brutally stolen before she could really fulfill the role.
Aelora could not ride on the outskirts of King’s Landing at a time like this. However, there was nothing more she craved than to feel the wind blowing her hair back and to hear the sound of the horse’s hooves hitting the ground. With all of this grief around her, she found herself thinking of simpler times, when her and her brother would get to go sailing out on Blackwater Bay and fish with their uncle. So, Aelora summoned her guard to escourt her back to the Godswood, where she could stare that the Blackwater Rush for as long as she wanted to.
The smell of the sea was nowhere near as pleasant as it was on Claw Isle, but it was still nice to feel the breeze upon her face. Aelora walked up to the furthest point she could, but was caught off guard when she heard a woman speak to her. Aelora let out a small chuckle. “Forgive me, but I’m not Bryce. It seems my guard has taken up to speaking with your guard, however.” Aelora tilted her head in the direction of the guards, her silver ringlets bouncing as she did so. “I didn’t mean to frighten you, if I did, Lady Tully.” Aelora remembered the beautiful Lady Tully from before she had got married and left the capital for Sharp Point. “I am Aelora of House Celtigar, though I think we met some years ago at another event here at the capital.”
Celia angled her head to offer Aelora an apologetic smile. “Forgive me, my lady. I wasn’t expecting to come across anyone else this far off the main path, but it seems like you had the same idea as me.” The brunette cast her vibrant blue eyes towards the direction of Bryce who really was in animated discussion with another guard. “Well if nothing else, I’m glad he has someone to keep him company. He’d never admit it, but I can tell loitering around out here for more than a few minutes bores him.”
After a brief pause, Celia turned her full attention towards Aelora. Unfortunately, she didn’t quite recognize the blonde though she met so many people on a regular basis that it was hard to put a face to a name. However, that was no excuse to make anyone feel forgettable. “Oh, yes! Lady Aelora, how could I not remember such a beautiful face? How are you? Current events notwithstanding, of course.”
her golden crown had slipped . golden lannister curls had slipped from their perfect style , though she could be forgiven for being less than perfect , couldn’t she ? morbid and sullen she had been , her bright spark dimmed with news of her perished sister . she couldn’t find it within her to be happy , nothing about this moment in time could be seen as happy . she wanted to go home . she no longer wished to be in the capital , for all the joy that she’d been filled with on arrival , was now gone .
As would have been expected of any decent human being, Celia had been busy since the murder and subsequent suicide offering sympathies, on behalf of herself and House Tully, to those who were most affected. She hadn’t been able to catch the Princess or Lord Lannister, but Lady Kari had been a little easier to track down. “My lady,” Celia called, hoping not to startle the young woman. “Please, allow me to tell you how deeply sorry I am for your loss.”
It had seemed like years had passed since Celia had journeyed to the capital with every other noble house to celebrate the king and queen’s coronation. The excitement and anticipation had been palpable, but had now turned to ash. Having been around enough death and grief to last a lifetime, the lady’s first instinct was to immediately return to Riverrun and leave those who were more deeply affected to deal with their loss. But of course, common sense swiftly prevailed. How would it look to everyone if Celia was to flee the second the queen in murdered? It would look like guilt, surely.
The pretty brunette let out a sigh as she stared out onto the Blackwater Rush during a walk through the Red Keep’s Godswood. It seemed like the entire city was on edge and this was one of the few places where serenity could be found. The sound of approaching footsteps did not cause the lady to stir, for she assumed it was one of her guards. “I’ll be ready to leave soon, Bryce. Give me a few more moments.”
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BEREN SAAT; ANNOUNCING CELIA TULLY ! SHE ARE THE 26 YEAR OLD LADY OF HOUSE TULLY. WE HEAR AROUND COURT THEY ARE SELFLESS, LOYAL, AND RESPONSIBLE BUT DON’T PUT TOO MUCH STOCK INTO RUMOR. ( SAM, 23, GMT, SHE/HER )
Family:
Father - Frederick Tully
Mother - Rosamund Tully
Sister - UTP
Brother - Jasper Tully
BACKGROUND
It is said that when Celia was born, there wasn’t a baby in all the Seven Kingdoms that was more cherished and doted on than she was. The first of three children that Frederick and Rosamund’s marriage produced, there wasn’t a soul in all of the Riverlands that couldn’t be charmed by her smile and sweet nature. If there was any disappointment that Celia wasn’t a boy, no one ever let her see it.
It wasn’t uncommon for little Celia to be found trailing Rosamund as her mother tended to the everyday tasks of running a keep. To this day, Celia swears that the things she learned during those times were as valuable as anything a Septa could have taught her. Rosamund showed her daughter the value of treating everyone with dignity, respect, and consideration. No matter how lowborn someone was, their gratitude and devotion were priceless. Rosamund was eager to bestow as much knowledge upon Celia, thinking that she would one day marry and be running her own keep, not that Riverrun and the Riverlands themselves would all be the girl’s responsibility.
Life in the Tully household was happy and fulfilling, for tragedy had never truly touched them. Of course, that was until Rosamund succumbed to a sickness nine years ago. It was all so sudden and unexpected, for Celia barely had time to take a breath before a mountain of responsibility was dumped on her shoulders. At seventeen, she was the oldest girl in the family and therefore the lady of the keep. Not to mention her little brother would need someone to care for and guide him like their mother would have if she was still alive.
Whilst Frederick wallowed in grief for months, Celia didn’t give herself the luxury. She would be the support that her family needed to stay upright and the glue they needed to stay together, for there weren’t any other options. Celia aged ten years in the months following Rosamund’s death, but the girl also considered it a learning experience. Like being thrown into the river and learning to swim in order to survive.
When Frederick eventually died three years ago, Celia battled not to succumb to grief like she had when her mother died. She was better equipped to deal with loss now, so while she wept for her father in private, in public Celia was everything someone would want a ruling Lady to be; a pillar of stability and serenity. Whilst turmoil and uncertainty gripped Riverrun amidst discussions about a regency, Celia held her head high. Lords from all over the Riverlands flocked to the keep to put their name forward for the position and when it became obvious Celia would be the only one to hold the position of regent, many of those same lords offered her their hands in marriage but she politely declined them all. In her mind,she heard the words her father had uttered to her on his deathbed. “Vultures and opportunists will flock to you and try to exploit every weakness, my dearest. You must not let them. Prepare your brother for the position he will one day inherit. Until then, trust no one and protect your family.”
PERSONALITY
From an early age Celia was taught to adhere to House Tully’s words. Family, duty, honor. Family would be her greatest allies and most steadfast supporters. An unwavering respect for duty would endear her to those who looked to Celia for leadership and an example for follow. And honor, for if she held it close, even the dregs of the world would never truly be able to tear her down. In her youth, Celia was prone to trusting just about anyone who was kind to her regardless of motives. She isn’t as trusting anymore, especially after her father’s warning, but she does miss the wholesome innocence that came with it. Celia is an amenable and trustworthy woman, traits that lend themselves well to dealing with official and political affairs. Her dream is to be a wife and mother, and her warm, loving disposition is a subtle nod to that.
Men think of themselves as rock; hard as stone. So they are… Hard, brittle, easily broken. Women though, we are mostly water. Sea around us, sea inside us. When I hurt i rememer that. I remember what water is, what it does. Flows, changes, it endures far longer than the rock.
