day one, the procession through winterfell into wintertown. @sweetwither
" seven fucking hells. " the lord tyrell cursed with an infuriated sigh under his breath as his black leather boots made a loud splash into the soft mud, the expensive material looking considerably less impressive now. he had been on his best behaviour so far, condolences and sweet words for all met with gritted teeth and judging eyes; but one thing was for sure, he would not get accustomed to the north, not the landscape nor the people.. who seemed much like the weather -- miserable. kerem looked back to make sure that the rest of his family was following closely behind him and derya. " defne, if you do not hurry along we shall abandon you there. " the eldest tyrell called out ( or more so threatened ), before continuing along the path.
" the northerners did not seem too impressed with the statue.. what do you think, sister? " kerem remarked as he walked by derya's side, he wants to ask if she is freezing yet and if it was worth it to wear her pretty dresses when surrounded by mud from old snow or rain, but he is distracted by other thoughts and random shameless looks of disdain shot their way. suddenly his lips tug slightly upwards, obviously amused by whatever thought had graced his mind. " how long do you reckon.. " kerem began, lowering his voice so that only his sister could hear, mockery in his tone hardly concealed. " ..is going to take them to tear apart that statue after we all leave? sell the scraps and materials for all their worth. they could use the gold, after all. "