where: the vale settlements
it was supposed to be a simple betrothal that went seamlessly, without any major disruption, and ensured that house arryn and house grafton were closer together now than ever before, standing united in the face of those who would attempt to rob her husband of what he had taken. though she knew the dark secret that it was not his by birthright, to her he had proven himself loyal and dedicated enough to the kingdom to rule it.
"lord grafton." the woman greeted the master of ships, hands clasped before the ornate details of her champagne coloured ivory gown, lace of gold between the lighter shades as she fixed her emerald orbs upon the man who had evidently disappointed and frustrated her. she spotted him within the crowds of those seated within the seating area of the vale. she approached him with her grace, though judging by her facial expression, it were obvious she had something to discuss. "a word, now."
"i have heard distressing rumours regarding the state of your relations with the princess - you know this union is imperative. withhold from the theatrics, until after the wedding then do what you please. unless you know of another grafton willing to do the role you are seemingly incapable to complete." so much for being skilled with women, it seemed, and her unhappiness with the state of their relationship showed.