donnel locke || open starter || the stark wedding celebration
The night was cool and blissful, the sound of celebrating filled his ears, bringing a smile to his tired, dried lips. The events of late had kept him up all sorts of hours, and he couldn’t remembered the last time he had much of a restful sleep. He assumed tonight might be one of those times, and that all but caused him to want to turn in immediately. He knew he couldn’t. Donnel always played the part of mediator. There was always some argument. Over ale, over crops, it didn’t matter, tonight was not the night for such things. The King in the North earned a night of celebration, to not have to deal with the bickering of his kinsmen.
As the thoughts passed his mind, he heard such an argument happening right before his eyes. Damn. He sighed and walked over, separating the toy men, looks of disappointment as if a father scolding sons is all it took for the men to grumble apologies and be on there ways. It was tiring, not being able to actually invest himself in the party, but at the same time, he didn’t mind being the peacekeeper if he had to, and at this point he knew he did have to. Finally gripping his mug of ale, he took a long sip. “I gather that will not be the first disagreement I will have to break up this evening.” He said allowed to no one in particular.