The wedding between Lady Alyssa Arryn and Ser Ulrick Tyrell

**Adamat** · November 17, 2013, 04:59 AM

In 199 AL, Lady Alyssa Arryn, niece of Lord Garrett Arryn and Ser Ulrick Tyrell, brother of Lord Victor Tyrell, shall be married in the Great Sept of Baelor. All nobility in the realm is invited to attend.

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The Lady was in one of the chambers of the Great Sept, getting dressed to marry. She already wore her wedding dress, the veil not yet covering her face. Two maids were powdering her cheeks, making her beautiful, even though her face would be concealed until she would have told her love, "Yes". One of the two Arryn guards posted outside the room knocked on the door. "M'Lady Arryn," he said, "Lord Garrett is waiting for you. He says the whole Sept is waiting for your entrance. "Just a minute, Vincent," she replied.

**Dirty Chai** · November 17, 2013, 05:06 AM

A few voices were heard directly outside the window a moment later, as well as swift hoofbeats.
Not the normal, distant din of the crowds of the city, but these horsemen were right outside the sept.
A silent pause, nothing out of the ordinary.

The windows imploded, the glass breaking into a thousand shards, the imagery of princess and her handmaidens destroyed by an oversized spear with a hook attached to it.
It ran through to the door on the opposite end of the room, missing all of the women in the room but temporarily jamming the doors.
A man came half-way through the broken glass, his arms snatching a hold of the Lady Arryn's dress, pulling her backwards.

Silvered hair, mauve eyes.

**Adamat** · November 17, 2013, 05:13 AM

Curses were heard outside the door as the glass shattered. "Open the door!" The guard shouted. A fraction of a second later, a spear flashed by his face, the hook leaving a deep gash in his neck before it was pulled back. The screams of women were heard from inside the room. More guards stormed closer, the Lord Garrett with them. One armed with an axe hacked the tip off of the spear, and finally the door opened. The guards crashes into the room, only finding two shocked maids, a shattered window, and a shred of white silk.

**Dirty Chai** · November 17, 2013, 05:19 AM

They could see clouds of dirt still in the air off in the alleys across the courtyard through the window, but the snatchers were already gone.

**Wheatley** · November 17, 2013, 05:19 AM

Ser Rickard had been forced to wear a green suit to the wedding when he had much preferred to wear white. Ulrick wore a dark yellow tunic that glittered in the sun, together with some colours of green thrown in here and there. Victor sat in his padded wheelchair made out of wierwood, trying to hide his emotions from the world, winecup in hand. Ulrick looked happier than anyone should have right to be, washing himself three times the same day, combing his hair, trying out many different outfits. He had even washed his teeth and rubbed his skin in perfumes. He now looked and smelled like the sort of man that women dreamt of when their fat hairy husbands were groaningly pumping into them. Ser Rickard decided that the best way to get this over with was to drink himself to sleep as soon as possible.

**Adamat** · November 17, 2013, 06:10 AM

Soon, Lord Garrett hastily walked to the dais, whispering into Tyrell's ear. "Ser, we must cancel the wedding I am afraid... Moments ago, Lady Alyssa was kidnapped by unknown men. I have men pursuing the kidnappers, but I think we're too late. She's gone, Ser..."