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It is currently WINTER in WESTEROS during the year 303 AC. The new moon cycle marks a full twenty years since the Mad King was murdered, and his son King Rhaegar ascended the Iron Throne in his place. Though the year is fresh, war in the Narrow Sea has left the Free Cities of Volantis and Tyrosh in ashes, and the Long Night continues to beckon from the Northern fringes of the Seven Kingdoms. With the Queen Lyanna presumed dead, the citizens of the realms look only to each other for survival.
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<div style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 85%; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;"> I am writing to inform you that I am leaving King’s Landing. Fear not, I have not disgraced the Celtigar name nor have I displeased Princess Visenya. The Princess is quite aware of my departure and in fact, it is in part her own doing. I am traveling North with Ser Domeric Bolton, our final destination being the Dreadfort. I know it must seem odd that I am going North but it is with reason. Princess Visenya has begun to speak of a betrothal between myself and Ser Domeric and we are going to speak to Lord Bolton on this matter. I will be writing to Father soon as well to inform him of everything. It is a good match, and a way to unite the North and the South. With winter already upon us surely we could use all ties to the North we can get, as they will benefit from ties to the South. He is to inherit the Dreadfort and he is a skilled knight. And he has been kind to me. Please do not let his name dictate your notions on the type of man he might be. He is a man of the North but he is also a knight and he embodies the traits expected of a knight. <BR><BR>

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So this is the Lady Lorae Celtigar. She is the youngest of the Celtigar siblings and always felt kinda ignored because of it. That affected her more as a child when she craved attention and sought it out with the servants of Claw Isle. She also followed her mother around and idolized the woman, so she was torn apart when her mother disappeared. From then on she’s kind of become almost a ghostly presence wherever she goes as she is only a shadow of her former self. She was in King’s Landing as Visenya’s Lady in Waiting for awhile but now is heading North with the man she hopes to be betrothed to, given their fathers all agree to it and whatnot. She is a lover of music though has played her harp and sung very infrequently since the passing of her mother. She is rather reserved now but she is observant and has quite a deal of thoughts and things to say if people press her ever so slightly, or really even notice her because she kinda thinks people don’t notice her at all.<P>

Friends: Everyone needs some friends. Lorae is kind and she is a proper lady but she is very quiet and does not really approach people. So she will likely have court friends with only a few close friends given her quieter nature. She does make friends with servants as well as nobility, so anyone is really on the table for friends. She is a genuine and honest person which does not predispose her to being good at politics but it does make her a good friend.<BR>
Enemies: She doesn’t really go out of her way to make enemies and she doesn’t really pay enough attention to people to make enemies. Obviously anyone who is not friendly to her family will count. She is likely to make a few more people upset as she travels North attached to Domeric Bolton the heir to the Dreadfort considering how the Northerners tend to dislike the Southron folk and that could always be fun to play out. I don’t have anything specific in mind but I love tension plots.<BR>
Lovers: Pretty taken. She fancies Domeric and she isn’t going to cheat on him. Past little crushes with like a hidden kiss or something are open, but she is a proper lady and has never taken lovers.

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Myrcella Lannister is the Little Lioness, a big mixture of all the Lannister’s. She has her aunt Cersei’s beauty, her Grandpa Tywin’s cunning, tries to be as good as her Father Jaime and tries to be as ladylike as her Mother Lynesse. And she has the love of reading and wit of Uncle Tyrion. She has been raised having anything and everything she wanted and is quite spoiled, but tries to temper that with her smarts and her wits, trying to make a reputation for herself like the members of her family all seem to have. She does tend to have schemes behind her ladylike smiles and she tries to be ten moves ahead like her grandfather always seemed to be. She is stubborn, firm and goal oriented. She was devastated by the death of her brother but for a hot second thought she might be the heir to the Rock. However, her lovely Uncle Tycen put a quick halt to that and is sending her to the Iron Isles where she is not likely to be well loved at first given she is very much a mainlander and a mainland woman. Oh, and she very much doesn’t believe Tyrion could have killed her grandfather because she super loves both of them and it kills her that people think that.<P>

Friends: Myrcella tries to be friendly to all. She knows to keep friends close and enemies closer. She will have a few very close friends, ones she will tell everything to and share her actual thoughts of life and the such. Given how guarded she normally keeps her feelings these friends will be very important to her. They also won’t be prone to the games she generally plays with people. She also loves cyvasse so any cyvasse playing friends will be welcome!<P>

Enemies: I am sure there are plenty to fall in this category. Anyone who doesn’t like the Lannisters will likes fall into this and she will also secretly hate anyone who talks shit about anyone in her family especially her Uncle Tyrion because people do that shit a lot but like she loves him. I’m sure moving forward she will also be making some enemies in the Iron Isles because she is betrothed to the heir despite being very green and that could always be some fun.<P>

Romance: Probably not a large category. She obvi had her little crushes and I’m sure with people in the West she’s probably flirted possibly kissed some of the men especially if she thought they might be suitors but girl has been good at keeping that maidenhead for her husband, so this won’t go too far. I will be requesting her betrothed though because that’s gonna be fun so make Rodrik Greyjoy yeah?<P>

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You were born into the world with little wailing, as if you knew from the moment of your birth that none would pay much attention to you. Of course, that did not stop you from attempting to gain the attentions of your family members. It seems your childhood would become full of moments where you tried to get the attention of your father or your siblings, yet you always seemed to fall short. Perhaps had you been bored kicking and screaming, raising your voice and making it louder. Maybe more volume was what you needed in order to get the attention you would feel desire for as you grew. But the tiny babe could not know what was to come and instead she was quiet, calm, not one prone to crying late in the night.<P>

Though most of your family seemed to have little time to spare for you, your mother made sure to find the time to spend with you. Her other daughter was off learning to be a lord and how to manage the House and so your mother worked to make you into a very proper lady, one who would make a good wife one day. She ensured you learned the important skills a wife should have, needlepoint and how to run to a household amongst many. What she taught you that you loved most though was music. Your mother had a love of song and melody and her love for such things rubbed off on you, first as she would sing you lullabies that helped you sleep and then as you heard her sing more songs.<P>

It was soon that you began to sing with her, your voice joining hers and making melodies together. She would often play on the harp to accompany your voices and you enjoyed the afternoons you could spend singing with your mother, making sweet music with her. Nothing could match the happiness you felt inside when you were surrounded by music and the familiar scent of your mother. It mattered little what the weather outside was like, rain or shine, so long as you could use your little voice to sing alongside the beautiful voice of your mother who so gracefully played her harp.<P>

Your mother would teach you to play a harp with as much grace as herself and soon your fingers were flying over the strings, slight callouses forming on your fingertips, as you practiced as much as you could, wanting to master the instrument as your mother seemed to. Of course, your father never really listened to the music you made with your mother and neither did your sister or brother. You wanted them to, wanted your family to hear the beautiful sounds you could make, your voice and your harp. You wanted for your father to be proud and for your siblings to enjoy the music, but they never seemed to have time to do so.<P>

Instead you found servants who would enjoy the music, smallfolk who would join in where they could and teach you some new melodies, songs you had not heard of. You made friends with some of the servants near your age, ones you would run around with, play music with and just spend time with in general. Ones who would befriend you and play with you in ways your siblings never did. People who helped you enjoy yourself and give you attention and talk to you. They became your friends as well as your secret, something you kept from your family. They did not need to know that you played with the servants, that you learned from them and that not everything you learned was necessarily fitting for a lady.<P>

You always had an odd relationship with your family. You idolized your mother, thought she was just extremely perfect and the eighth god. You always craved your father’s attention and approval. You wanted from him what he never gave you, what you know now he never will give you but has given your sister. He will never give you his approval or respect, and you still haven’t quite come to terms with that. You admired your brother for the strong sailor he was though you were never really close with him and yet he was also not a rival as he was the son and heir to the house. Your sister you respected for her intelligence, something you would never quite possess, and yet you resented her for always ignoring you and thinking so little of you, and that she seemed to so easily gain what you always wanted from your father. There was jealousy there, even if you knew you would never want to be the person in charge as she was, you were jealous that everything seemed so easy for her, the intelligence and the acceptance from your father.<P>

You grew up amongst the servant children who became your friends and you grew in your mother’s footsteps. You were comfortable, but you still wanted more. But, you soon learned the truth of the phrase ‘you don’t know what you have until it’s gone’. Your mother, Ivara, disappeared without a trace. There were plenty of whispers about what had happened to the Lady Ivara, but you never learned what happened. Your family mourned the death and loss of your mother but you didn’t see how they could just accept she was dead when they did not have proof or a body to show she was dead, she was just vanished. You held out hope for a bit that she might return with some story about why she had disappeared, what had happened to her.<P>

With every day that passed without your mother hope slowly began to drain from your soul, light draining from your eyes. You stopped playing music and you stopped laughing and you stopped smiling. Your very soul seemed to be leaving your body and leaving just the corpse behind. You could not understand why the gods were so cruel so as to take your mother without any trace of what had happened. She was so good, so full of life and it made little sense to you. You had never been forced to see the coldness and the harshness life could have until then and it took a toll on your very being.<P>

There were whispers that while your mother was the one that was dead, you were the ghost that remained on Celtigar lands to remind everyone of the life lost. You haunted the keep and your blue eyes could be seen eerily haunting the halls though your voice was rarely heard, and the harp was never heard in the halls again. You went through the motions of living, of eating and walking and sleeping, though sleep was always fitful and filled with nightmares, but you did not truly feel any of those things as you went through the motions. It was doing the actions just to do them, no meaning behind them at all other than to keep going.<P>

Then one day you decided you did not wish to keep going any longer. Your life was meaningless, had no purpose. You did not wish to speak to others, your family did not give you the attention a girl needed and you did not even wish to find a husband anymore. You walked to the shore, a place you had once enjoyed running around when you were younger and life still pulsed in your veins. You slipped from your shoes and began walking out into the dark and cold water. You wanted to go out to sea and never come back, to let the water take you. As the water reached your chin and the cold began to embrace you, you heard someone calling to you. You ignored the voice though and continued forward, the water rushing around your face and into your nose, your eyes closing, you hoped for good.<P>

As everything began to dim though you felt arms around you, pulling you back to shore and then you felt the person pressing on you. A man had seen you going into the water and ran in after you, pulling you back and saving your life. You realized the gods were not done with you yet, that there must have been some purpose. But you knew you would never find such a purpose on Claw Isle, not when the memories of your mother haunted the halls and some small hope deep within your heart thought that one day she might come back through the doors and pick up her harp and play. You could not remain in Claw Isle, not when it was clouded in so much sorrow and grief.<P>

With your father ill, you knew your sister had been mostly in charge of affairs of House Celtigar. You asked Nyssa, your voice soft, to please send you somewhere else, to give you another place to be, one that would not remind you of everything you had lost. She agreed and managed to send you to King’s Landing, to attend to the Princess Visenya. You became a lady in waiting to the Princess and the ghost that had haunted Claw Isle now haunted King’s Landing, though it was much more bustling and easy to be lost amongst the people of the capitol. You did your duties by the Princess and soon you even began to consider the woman a friend.<P>

You learned of your brother’s death and you felt a new pain, a new stab in your heart at his passing. You were never as close to him as you were your mother but knowing you would never see his smile again was a new pain, a new wound in your already fragile heart. You didn’t think you had tears left in you yet your eyelashes seemed wet for many nights after his death. Your ghostly presence found its way to the sept often to pray to the Seven for guidance. You didn’t think you had life left to drain further from you but you did.<P>

The deaths you have experienced have been hard, but you know you are not the only one to suffer in this world. You try to help where you can, to serve where you can. You may be a shadow of what you once were, but you try to serve where you can. You serve the Princess, you do as she bids. You try to be charitable where you can. Sometimes a ghost of a smile even tugs at the corners of your mouth, but it is a smile that never quite reaches your eyes. You move through life, taking the correct steps for a lady but there are two things you have been without since the death of your mother. You have been without a true smile and you have been without music. You are unsure when either of those will come back to your life, if either will, but you go through the motions of life, hoping some happiness might come back. Maybe one day the music will come back, but until it comes from within you know you must pretend that on the outside everything is quite fine. That you are a proper young lady, ready for marriage as you were raised to be.



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Lorae could not remember a restful night of sleep since her mother had disappeared. She had hoped, somewhere along the line, that moving to King’s Landing and being in a new setting would help her sleep better, would stop the nightmares from coming. Alas, it did not seem to have such an effect. The nightmares came as they always had, her mother appearing and beckoning to her, asking her to find her or planting ideas of where she might be. They often woke Lorae, the girl sitting up straight in her bed and realizing that the first light of the morning was hardly coming up but knowing that sleep would continue to elude her.

She had her servants woken and they started to get Lorae ready for her day. She did not wish to get ready, not truly. How easy it would be to remain in her bed, blue eyes staring at the ceiling above her, feigning some illness or another. But she had a duty, and even if she did not quite find enjoyment in her own life, she knew she did have a purpose and that her purpose rested in her duty to the Princess. She would not let the Princess down. That aside, keeping busy was the best way to try and run from the darkness she felt constantly gripping her heart. No, it certainly would not do to stay in bed all day, not when she could spend it instead in the company of the Princess.

The Princess would not yet be up and ready to break her fast though and so Lorae knew she would need to pass the time. More importantly, she knew where she wanted to pass the time, somewhere she could be distracted for the time being and somewhere she could breathe more easily. Once the servants were done helping her to dress the blonde began to walk out to the gardens of the Red Keep, enjoying the sight of the rising sun as it began to illuminate the flowers, taking in their bright colors and fresh scents.

She tried not to remember how the garden was one of her mother’s favorite places, how she had played many songs on the harp with her mother in the gardens on Claw Isle. The gardens there were not as large as the one at the Red Keep, but they had been enough. This morning though she wanted to enjoy the brisk morning air that carried the scent of the sea mixed with the flowers and the soft morning light before having to be around other people and carrying on with her day as she always did. The mornings when she woke too early she often came here, to the gardens.

This was her moment of peace, her moment of quiet. There was no one here and she loved the sense of being alone, it matched what she felt in her heart. In these moments she did not have to pretend that she could go on and she did not have nightmares about her mother. They were private moments for just her and moments she could let her shoulders relax ever so slightly and not need to carry herself with extreme poise or grace.

The girl took in one last, long breath through her nose and slowly let it out her mouth, taking one last look around the gardens before she turned on her heel to head back inside and toward the Princess’s rooms. The sun was getting higher in the sky and soon everyone would be awake and bustling. She had a duty to attend to and Visenya would soon expect her in her rooms. And so as Lorae left the wonderful fragrance of the flowers behind, she headed toward Visenya’s rooms and the true start to her day.
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