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#𝘀𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗱𝘀, dependent collective of highborn aristocrats, as crafted and penned by 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘩. script exclusively written for @ 𝘄𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 ⸺ do not interact if not affiliated.

𝙰𝙽 𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚂: never - stopping longing for the ripped away spring of your life, with gnashing sharp teeth and bloodied fingers you hold on to the buried debris of 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌. the self - romanticization of the great war fought between the dichotomy of your soul ⸺ 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 beyond the expectations of your ancestors ? a curse / a 𝘉𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎, whispers of bewitching prose that are prayers of pure magic ⸺ crafted lies so intricate you fall for your own tricks. 𝗮𝗽𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗼𝗱𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱, you are the embodiment of divinity ⏤ ever so slowly, damned cruelty claws itself out of brutality torn ribcage - your flesh is rotten and sanguine 𝖢𝖮𝖱𝖱𝖴𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖣 : even the most faithful prayers at the shrine of the seven won't give you 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 ⸻ venom and ruination have tainted the psyche ... how long until everyone discovers your crimson sin ?

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open starter || location: winterfell resort {the great hall/lobby}

the sleek, modern great hall of winterfell resort buzzed with the vibrant hum of conversation, the space gleaming with festive lights and luxurious decorations. a fresh blanket of snow coated the world outside, but inside, the warmth of heated floors and roaring fireplaces ensured guests were enveloped in comfort. high-end ski equipment was stacked in a corner, and the air was filled with the aroma of gourmet food from the lavish buffet set up along one wall. açelya martell, wrapped in an elegant fur-lined coat and designer heels, moved through the crowd with a quiet confidence, her presence unmistakable. the elite of the country had gathered here for the season’s festivities, but she wasn’t just here to mingle. winterfell had its fair share of opulence and splendor, and for someone like açelya, it was the perfect setting to solidify connections and remind the others of her status. she took a sip of honeyed wine from a crystal flute, the golden liquid glistening in the soft light of the hall. her gaze, sharp and calculating, scanned the crowd, but she wasn’t just observing — she was planning. her eyes landed on a figure across the room. the person, a fellow aristocrat, was making their way toward her with that confident stride she knew so well. there was always an edge of competition between them, something that made their encounters electric. “well, well,” she said, a sly smile forming as the other person drew near. “i almost didn’t think you’d make it, considering how everyone is glued to their phones these days. but here you are, as radiant as ever.” she tilted her head slightly, her voice lowering to a teasing whisper. “tell me, are you here to build a snowman? break a few hearts? both perhaps?” her smile widened as she took another sip of wine. the night was young, and the game was about to begin.