a bit of harmless exploration was often the bane of alistarβs own existence. more times than not they were able to shudder into dark corners and escape the situations sheβd pushed herself into.. but now? well they were pressed into the soft candlelight in the middle of the kitchens... a goblet of ale had been locked within their grasp as they slunk their shoulders down, eyes glancing between the figure doorframe and any empty space. helping themselves to the drink had been innocent.. could you blame someone for holding a heightened sense of anxiety given the new territory?Β ales would help... but asking had not been on alistarβs radar..Β β...good evening..β they hush with a soft red hinting at their cheeks. perhaps the other wonβt comment on their displacement.. though the lady of beesbury isnβt making the most compelling case given the subtle shake in the hands that hold such aΒ controversial token.Β
alistar had often been reprimanded for staring.. their mother had made an effort to try and drill the behavior from the curious young lady beesbury.. but they simply could not quell their wandering eyes. it still rang true to this day, they were far to eager to watch the scene play out, how the other seemed to call out every single observation theyβd been picking up on. alistar walked over to get a closer glance, their eyebrow raises in feint innocence at her words.Β β i was simply coming over here to ask the same questions.. honestly.. though iβm not entirely convinced half of the seven kingdoms hasnβt purchased something from this stall in hopes to keep out winterβs formalities..β they comment in observation with a subtle smirk on their lips.Β
with Β alistarΒ beesburyΒ Β / Β Β @ofcthornsββ
where: Β within the gates of winterfell.
Β Β Β Β β Β cousin.Β βΒ Β Β Β Β warmth,Β thisΒ timeΒ lackingΒ any Β falsity, filled her voice at the sight of her youngest cousin. thereβd been no time to visit honeyholt after they all left kingβs landing, and thus, it had been far too long since sheβd spent any time with them, her focus diverted by her duty to both her princess and her future lady wife. she took two glasses of mulled wine from a passing servant and walked over to alistar, holding out the goblet.Β Β Β Β Β β Β itβs so good to see you. how was journey? Β β
their lips twist into a genuine smile at the sight of helaena, though it does not quite reach their eyes.. a heavy sadness wrapped itself around the young lady of honeyholt.. but her presence elevated some of that. the youngest beesbury had been late to the moments surrounding their fatherβs death and it pained them deeply having not been there to say goodbye. alistarβs emotions remained at bay, however, this was not a moment for such selfish thoughts.Β β helanea...β they hum their cousins name out with warmth. β...roads were a bit rough.. canβt say iβm used to the chill.. either.β they tease with a soft laugh as they reach forward to grab the goblet offered.Β β and yours? as i hear youβve been quite busy these days..β alistar purrs the words out, leaning a bit forward as if to live vicariously through helaenaβs adventures.Β
Β losing Β a Β parent Β was Β never Β easy Β , Β even Β if Β this Β wasnβt Β the Β first Β alexia Β had Β not Β taken Β any Β part Β of Β this Β lightly. Β the Β south Β had Β aged Β the Β youngest Β wolf Β , Β and Β now Β she Β felt Β like Β she Β was Β too Β grown Β up Β for Β the Β world Β sheβd Β lived Β in. Β everything Β was Β out Β of Β balance Β and Β misplaced Β , Β nothing Β making Β sense Β and Β everything Β hurting. Β sheβd Β been Β the Β most Β distant Β from Β her Β family Β the Β moment Β the Β new Β maester Β announced Β the Β loss Β of Β the Β king. Β her Β father. Β lex Β was Β far Β from Β perfect Β , Β far Β from Β obedient Β , Β but Β she Β loved Β him Β and Β had Β always Β been Β closer Β with Β her Β father Β than Β her Β mother. Β and Β now Β he Β was Β gone. Β the Β youngest Β princess Β found Β herself Β in Β one Β of Β the Β windows Β looking Β out Β on Β the Β great Β courtyard Β , Β so Β many Β were Β gathering Β , Β so Β many Β had Β already Β arrived. Β instead Β of Β greeting Β like Β she Β should Β , Β alexia Β was Β hiding. Β but Β footsteps Β sound Β , Β causing Β the Β redhead Β to Β turn Β slowly Β to Β the Β other. Β β Β hello Β , Β is Β there Β something Β i Β can Β assist Β you Β with Β ? Β β
having lost her father there was a mutual feeling of understanding that rooted alistar in the starks.. that forced their feet to carry them to the north for such a ceremony. they hadnβt been particularly good at playing the political games and honoring tradition.. but this felt personal. whilst growing comfortable in a new area of westeros .. alistar enjoyed a far too generous share of wines.. some of the best sheβd ever tasted.. her particular taste had been satisfied and now her curious mind meant exploration was in the deck of cards.. they thought theyβd been doing well with being discreet but when they catch a flash of distinguishable hair and they are spoken to directly.. well they canβt quite run.Β βΒ i.. oh iβm sorry princessβ they speak, eyes a bit wide as they show formality.Β βi was just looking for .. some air..β alistar explains and the words arenβt entirely deceitful.Β
open Β starter Β Β / Β Β @reignrbsβ
where: Β the godswood.
Β Β Β Β Β sorrowΒ clungΒ toΒ theΒ newΒ king Β of the north, but duty cloaked him, sealing his grief away from the numerous eyes that now more than ever were fixated on him. like beasts looking for a wounded deer amongst the herd. but that wouldnβt be harry; he would do his fatherβs memory proud. briefly, he had stepped away from the crowds, venturing into the godswood, a place heβd visited often since returning home and even more so following his fatherβs death. he was staring upon the weirwood tree when the sound of footsteps told him he was no longer alone.Β Β Β Β Β β Β itβs a magnificent sight, is it not?Β βΒ Β Β Β Β he asked, turning toward the person. Β Β Β Β βΒ is there something you require? i know the northβs climate can be quite the adjustment, but house stark is grateful for your presence.Β β
the sorrow and darkness that seemed to envelop the north was almost suffocating.. they longed for home at the steps of winterfell. death had been knocking at all doors as of late.. how much red could fill the seven kingdoms within a matter of months? the wonder filled alistarβs head on the journey to the ascension ceremony. great anxiety filled their heart as they could only imagine the potential for tension to rise in such a bitterly frigid place.Β Β alistar needed air and after forcing down some mutton paired with some ale.. they wandered into the godswood. they almost hadnβt seen the young king that stood a few short feet away.. though his words pulled them close. they snap back into reality, swallowing hard as their gaze flicks between his eyes and the tree.Β β it is incredibly beautiful your grace.. such a sight had not been expected.β they utter the words in a fogged breath. she lifts her nose into a soft scrunch as they pull a fur coat over their shoulders.Β β i feel as though it would be incredibly disrespectful to request a fire..β they muse softly.Β βi am deeply sorry for your loss.. your father was a respectable man..β
Name:Β alistar beesbury
Age: twenty - one
Gender: non-binary
Place of Birth: honeyholt
Romantic Orientation: bisexual
Marital Status: unwed, unbetrothed
Status: lady of house beesbury
Appearance
Height: five feet - four inches tall
Hair style: long, worn normally in long braids for formal attire. when sparing or riding, alistarβs braids are pulled into a bun.
Hair colour: brown
Eye colour: dark brown.
Distinguishing Features: a small crease above her right eyebrow, though it is no surprise as it is often raised and set in a fixed judgmental gaze.
Family
Parents: former ruling lord cyrus beesbury (recently deceased) & former ruling lady jasmina beesbury nee florent (deceased)Β
Adopted Siblings: ruling lord xavion beesbury, ruling lady isabaelda beesbury nee velaryon, lady adaline beesbury
nephew:Β lord daelon beesburyΒ
Misc.
Hobbies: taking her horse silver up the paths in the cliffs, practicing her swordsmanship in the depths of the castle, drinking wine and gazing off the coasts of claw isle.
- itβs said that alistar was born under a full moon, the rains fell and the thunder clapped against a poorly constructed tin roof .. her cries were soft, almost null. it would be a shock to know that the young babe never cried much .. if at all.Β
-Β their father had been a knight passing through a small village outside the kingdom of honeyholt .. their mother a commoner who tilled the fields and provided fruits for sale at the markets in town. needless to say alistarβs father was never made aware of their existence.Β
- after months of struggle and the weight of mouths to feed amongst 2 other children.. there soon became no room for the youngest. alistar had no weight in the family, no trait or capacity worthy or comparable to their brothers who were destined to join the armies meant to fight for other men..Β
- their mother left the five year old babe on the outskirts of the city walls. she was forced to fend for herself for a few months, stealing bread from the carts until she was caught.. the child was brought directly to the ruling lord and lady of house beesbury .. but instead of punishment they were taken in.Β
- it was known that the ruling lady jasmina was doting to the youngest daughter.. and despite alistarβs apprehension they found their place within the band of misfits.Β
- the newly appointedΒ lady of honeyholt was thrown into the world of war .. but they were prepared. alistar begun to study swordsmanship by watching her brothers, learned political garb by eavesdropping on their fatherβs meetings.. snuck around the grounds and remained coy.Β
- can be quite sarcastic, playful and deceptive at a glance. they tend to do whatever they desire with little to no remorse. their lack of a betrothal and an unwed status is almost a competition with herself.. they just havenβt found anyone worthy of their affections.. but it does not shy them away from nights spent at pubs drinking fine wines with a sweet tongue.
- this molded alistar into a force to be reckoned with. given their fatherβs recent demise it is needless to say that the lady of house beesbury is craving answers and is filled to the brim with bitterness. they had been rather close to their father and the death is personal.
- their loyaltiesΒ are always true.. and they do not break oath. if alistar beesbury gives you their word than you will fear no betrayal.