Riding Thourgh The Wolfs Wood (closed rp)

[Trot]

ANthony had recently arrived home. He goes out rideing in the Wolfs Wood to clear his head. He was the last Stark. He had been foolish eaveing Winterfell but something had to be done about his Brother, His Brother wouldn't have disappered like that. Stop being so meloncoly. He tells him self.

[Lord Dread]

Victaria followed him silently on her horse, curious about the circumstances of his return. Wearing under her thick wolf fur cloak black boots, brown riding pants, a green bodice with white sleeves, accenting her bosom, and her sword at her belt in case of any dangers, she rode behind him before asking him.
"Anything wrong, mylord", she asked with a worried look at him.

[Trot]

ANthhony turns shackeing himselve from his stupor. He see Victaria aproaching. See sure looks lovely today He thinks. "Hello my Lady." He says. "It is nothing you need to trouble yourself with." I'm still alone the last Stark in Winterfell. Whatever had happene to get his familly to this place.

[Lord Dread]

She wasn't very pleased about his answer.
"Then tell me why I don't believe you", she asked him, "It is about your brother, isn't it? Even the old women of Winterfell are telling eachother their story why he had disappeared randomly."
Victaria touched his hand compassionate.
"Tell me, what has happened to Lord Rickton?"

[Trot]

He looks at her. "I am sorry my lady." he says. "I ddon't know what happened to Rickton. My own brother the last of my family gone." He starts to beak everything he had felt in the last few months it came out and he yelled. "My bother the last of my family gone. My sisters off on the cursed Isles my father dead before I was born and now my brother gone."

[Lord Dread]

He looks at her. "I am sorry my lady." he says. "I ddon't know what happened to Rickton. My own brother the last of my family gone." He starts to beak everything he had felt in the last few months it came out and he yelled. "My bother the last of my family gone. My sisters off on the cursed Isles my father dead before I was born and now my brother gone."

She winced, when he started to yell.
"I... I'm sorr- I feel sorry for you", Victaria answered him sad after remaining silent for nearly ten seconds, "This... this is... terrible. I wish I could help you, Anthony."
The Tyrell lady didn't really know what to do for calming him down. She even thought about leaving him alone in his suffer though she still hoped that there was any possibility she could help him.

[Trot]

Calming down slightly he says "I'm sorry my lady I shouldn't of yelled." He loks away clearly upset The gods have danmed me. I am alone the last Stark in Winterfell.

[Lord Dread]

She only took his hand and smiled.
"Oh, don't worry, Anthony, I'm not mad about this", Victaria said confident, "I can understand the pain you must feel, not knowing if your relative is alive or not. Maester Moryn wrote me months ago that the poor Alester Tyrell, a cousin of mine, is missing after his parents murdering. I know how you must feel."

[Trot]

"My Lady it's more then that. My entire family is gone. I am all that's left." His shoulder sag aliittle as he thinks about it.

[Lord Dread]

"You're a Stark, the ruler of the North", the Tyrell woman answered him, "You're able to marry any woman in the North you want! Don't forget about this! Even if you're really the last one of your kind, you would still have the loyality of any lord here. Glover, Mormont, Reed, Umber, Karstark, even the Greystarks... you'll always have friends in your homeland, for them you're still the descendant of old kings. And as far as I know you, I believe in you, too."
She smiled warmly at him.
"Never forget the loyality of your friends."

[Trot]

Anthony looks at her for a second then leans over and kisses her.

[Lord Dread]

At first she was surprised about his unexpected reaction and mixed feelings went through her mind.
For her he was more a boy rather than a man at her age and she even thought back at Prince Lewyn, who looked more like a person she favored. But now she was confronted with a young man, who kissed her in his desperation, maybe forgetting about her age and looking only at her beauty - and she felt at the first moment wrong about it.

However this moment took place only for some seconds, before she watched herself taking of her cloak, unhiding her longsword in the same moment and hugging him, replying the kiss. And after a short time she closed her eyes, only enjoying it in drunkenness of love, her tounge moving into his mouth in an inedible desire.
Never a man did something beautiful like this to me.

[Gandalfus]

A faint rustling is heard not far away from the couple.

Baldrick, I thought you said there was something of import here?

Baldrick looks up hopefully as Edmund sighs.

There is my lord!

He rolls his eyes.

And why would that involve you dragging me all the way up to the bloody wolfswood!!

The two abruptly stop; directly behind a bush that shields them from cover as they witness the scene unfolding before their eyes: a young boy kissing a woman older than Edmund himself.

Baldrick, is this the sort of stuff you do for entertainment? Sneaking around watching people fornicate?!

A faint crunch is heard as Baldrick's nose is broken for a fifth time this year.

[Pinkerton]

OoC: Good god, Victaria "The Wetnurse"

[Lord Dread]

OoC: Good god, Victaria "The Wetnurse"

OOC: Oh, compared to Loenna and her aunt Liona, Victaria is, apart from her fighting skills in battles outside the bed, harmless.

[Nesimî]

Baldrick and Edmund hear more rustling as a Dornishman comes out of the bushes behind him.

"I told him. I said, 'Lewyn, there is no point in sending me to spy on the North. Always either moping or emotional things like this. Not to mention the Prince won't be too happy about the Tyrell girl."

He opened a leather pouch, which was filled with roasted chestnuts.

"I picked these up in Riverrun, roasted them while Kilgore and that Sain fellow were having a shouting match."

He offered the pouch to the dogsbody, who was still clutching his nose.

[Gandalfus]

Edmund turned around.

Buggering hell, we've got a bloody circus following us! Where did you come from?

[Nesimî]

"Jory Darling, at your service, an offshoot of House Dayne. Now tell me,l he began, scooping up a handful of snow and applying it to Baldrick's nose,
"What sounds worse? Torture and execution or a cranky prince?"

He took a chestnut from the pouch, bouncing it up and down in his hand to get the feeling of its weight. He tried to calculate the trajectory for Stark's head

(Don't roll yet)

[Trot]

Anthony pulls back quickly. WHat the hell am I doing. He turns away from Victaria.
"I'm sorry my lady that was improper of me." SUddenly he hears a rusling in the bushes. Drawing Ice he turns and yells "Who the bloody hell is out there. Come out here now!" Suddenly a chest nut flies out of the bushes and Stark ducks to avoid it.

[Lord Dread]

She blushed.
"I-It's okay", Victaria only replied a little bit shy while thinking about her behaviour.
Suddenly she also realized the noise, but was more relaxed than Anthony.
"I'm sure that's only some deer or something", she replied shrugging, "What else should it be? Three crazy men from strange countries, watching us in the woods?"
She had to smile about her own joke.