Asua
Shieldmaiden
Rogar Bolton
Quarters, King's Landing
Rogar stood in the corner of his chamber's, staring into the large mirror that was also in the corner of the room, it was clear, unlike most mirrors in these times that were heavily stained. He was dressed in fine leather clothing, embroiled with the flayed man sigil of House Bolton. Rogar was in a particularly solemn mood today has his mind had decided to torture him with the past. It was 26 years ago....
It was a gloomy day at the Dreadfort, the clouds sat heavy, on the verge of bursting, in the sky. Rogar was only 14 years old and he was already much like he would be 26 years later, cold, ruthless and cunning yet Rogar Bolton was not the heir to the Dreadfort, he had an older brother named after their Grandfather, Roose Bolton the one time warden of the North.
Rogar stood at the window of his chambers in the main keep of the Dreadfort, watching Roose play tennis in the main courtyard. Roose was never much of a fighter or leader for that matter. He enjoyed singing and playing tennis and shied away from any decisions that he would have to make. Rogar's eyes drifted from Roose to his 11 year old sister, Jeyne who stood on the battlements with a big smile watching Roose win at tennis against a servant. She was a cheery child and loved all her family.
Rogar stood their for the next twenty minutes, just waiting for Roose to ask for some water. Every minute seemed like an eternity. This had to be done, if House Bolton was ever to regain power in the North they absolutely could not have such an indecisive leader like Roose leading them. Then it happened, after winning the match Roose pointed at a servant who was holding a jug of water in his hands "Water, please" Roose said in a kind and honeyed tone. The servant stood up and jogged over to Roose, pouring the water into a cup before quickly handing it to him. Roose chugged down all the water quickly, there was no turning back now, it was done. Rogar felt chills run down his spine as Roose went back to playing tennis, casting a fast and well timed serve. Roose and the servant hit the back back and forth for a moment before Roose suddenly stopped, reeling over and putting his hands on his knees. He started to cough violently, from his window Roose could see blood flinging itself out of Roose's mouth, hitting the damp ground beneath him, servants rushed from all around to the heir's aid.
Rogar's eyes drifted to Jeyne who had left the battlements and ran down to the aid of her older brother who had now fallen over onto the ground. There was suddenly an urgent knock at Roose's door. He swiftly walked over to the door, opening it. There stood a filthy and scruffy haired servant "I-it's Roose, somethings wrong!" The servant panted, he had obviously ran straight from the courtyard to Rogar's room. Rogar stayed silent, breaking into a run, past the servant.
Within a minute Rogar reached the courtyard, a crowd had gathered around Roose, including Jeyne and his father Eric Bolton, lord of the Dreadfort. Rogar pushed his way through the crowd, suddenly a piercing and agonising scream broke out, it was his sister, Jeyne. Rogar quickly reached Roose and saw him flat on his back, his eyes were covered in thick blood that continued to ooze out of its sockets. Roose was dead. It was done.
Talia Bolton
Stadium, Kings Landing >>> Stark Box
Talia smiled as Lord William Ashwood accepted her invitation to the Stark box. Talia suspected that the only obstacle in them staying there would be her lord father, Rogar Bolton. She was on good terms with her Aunt and Uncle, Lord and Lady of Winterfell and she didnt think her many cousins would mind. "Shall we go my lady?" Daimen Ashwood said as she held his arm, her body close to his own, one arm linked with his own while one rested gently on his shoulder. "Yes, we shall" She smiled and the party set off towards the Stark box.
Once the party reached the Stark box, Talia spotted her cousin, the red headed Lyara Stark who was only a year younger then herself. "Dear cousin!" Talia announced as the rather large party approached her. Talia gave Lyara a large smile but in truth she despised her.
Quarters, King's Landing
Rogar stood in the corner of his chamber's, staring into the large mirror that was also in the corner of the room, it was clear, unlike most mirrors in these times that were heavily stained. He was dressed in fine leather clothing, embroiled with the flayed man sigil of House Bolton. Rogar was in a particularly solemn mood today has his mind had decided to torture him with the past. It was 26 years ago....
It was a gloomy day at the Dreadfort, the clouds sat heavy, on the verge of bursting, in the sky. Rogar was only 14 years old and he was already much like he would be 26 years later, cold, ruthless and cunning yet Rogar Bolton was not the heir to the Dreadfort, he had an older brother named after their Grandfather, Roose Bolton the one time warden of the North.
Rogar stood at the window of his chambers in the main keep of the Dreadfort, watching Roose play tennis in the main courtyard. Roose was never much of a fighter or leader for that matter. He enjoyed singing and playing tennis and shied away from any decisions that he would have to make. Rogar's eyes drifted from Roose to his 11 year old sister, Jeyne who stood on the battlements with a big smile watching Roose win at tennis against a servant. She was a cheery child and loved all her family.
Rogar stood their for the next twenty minutes, just waiting for Roose to ask for some water. Every minute seemed like an eternity. This had to be done, if House Bolton was ever to regain power in the North they absolutely could not have such an indecisive leader like Roose leading them. Then it happened, after winning the match Roose pointed at a servant who was holding a jug of water in his hands "Water, please" Roose said in a kind and honeyed tone. The servant stood up and jogged over to Roose, pouring the water into a cup before quickly handing it to him. Roose chugged down all the water quickly, there was no turning back now, it was done. Rogar felt chills run down his spine as Roose went back to playing tennis, casting a fast and well timed serve. Roose and the servant hit the back back and forth for a moment before Roose suddenly stopped, reeling over and putting his hands on his knees. He started to cough violently, from his window Roose could see blood flinging itself out of Roose's mouth, hitting the damp ground beneath him, servants rushed from all around to the heir's aid.
Rogar's eyes drifted to Jeyne who had left the battlements and ran down to the aid of her older brother who had now fallen over onto the ground. There was suddenly an urgent knock at Roose's door. He swiftly walked over to the door, opening it. There stood a filthy and scruffy haired servant "I-it's Roose, somethings wrong!" The servant panted, he had obviously ran straight from the courtyard to Rogar's room. Rogar stayed silent, breaking into a run, past the servant.
Within a minute Rogar reached the courtyard, a crowd had gathered around Roose, including Jeyne and his father Eric Bolton, lord of the Dreadfort. Rogar pushed his way through the crowd, suddenly a piercing and agonising scream broke out, it was his sister, Jeyne. Rogar quickly reached Roose and saw him flat on his back, his eyes were covered in thick blood that continued to ooze out of its sockets. Roose was dead. It was done.
Talia Bolton
Stadium, Kings Landing >>> Stark Box
Talia smiled as Lord William Ashwood accepted her invitation to the Stark box. Talia suspected that the only obstacle in them staying there would be her lord father, Rogar Bolton. She was on good terms with her Aunt and Uncle, Lord and Lady of Winterfell and she didnt think her many cousins would mind. "Shall we go my lady?" Daimen Ashwood said as she held his arm, her body close to his own, one arm linked with his own while one rested gently on his shoulder. "Yes, we shall" She smiled and the party set off towards the Stark box.
Once the party reached the Stark box, Talia spotted her cousin, the red headed Lyara Stark who was only a year younger then herself. "Dear cousin!" Talia announced as the rather large party approached her. Talia gave Lyara a large smile but in truth she despised her.
Dylon and Alys Bolton (And Rogar)
Stark box, King's Landing
All the commoners parted as Dylon and Alys walked through them. They were surrounded by a massive retinue of a dozen guards. Dylon was the sole heir to the Dreadfort, there were no other living members of House Bolton besides himself and his father, so his father insisted that he be guarded well at all times, especially while in King's Landing, the centre of betrayal and backstabbing in Westeros. The party drew eyes from all the other nobles, it was a little overkill to have so many guards at such an event but Rogar did seem to care.
"Where is father?" Alys suddenly spoke in her sweet and innocent tone. "I think he's still in his ch-" Suddenly the guards halted. Dylon was confused for a moment before looking behind him and spotting his father coming up behind him with another four guards, making the part total, 16 guards. "Father" Dylon said bowing slightly. Rogar did not speak but just walked straight past his two children, heading towards the Stark box. Dylon and Alys quickly followed and the party started moving again.
"What's with father?" Alys whispered as she clutched her twins arm. "You know how father is..." Dylon whispered back.
When the party reached the Stark box, the Bolton soldiers surrounded it, facing outwards, they were now 20. Dylon, Alys and Rogar quickly spotted Talia speaking to Lyara but she wasnt alone. The whole Ashwood family was with her. Dylon and Alys must have been thinking the same thing because they both looked at eachother with uneasy looks when they spotted the Ashwoods.
"Lord Ashwood" Rogar came up next to his eldest daughter, speaking plain and coldly to the small lord before turning his piercing gaze to his daughter's companion who he didnt know the name of, he assumed he was one of the elder Ashwood children. "And you are?" Rogar spoke giving Daimen a cold and nearly hostile gaze. Rogar didnt approve of his daughter being so close to such an insignificant family in the North, who also had nothing that would benefit Rogar's house but then he's thoughts changed. Talia was not one to get close to a family just to make friends, no, she must have a hidden ambition that he didnt know about.
"Lyara!" Alys nearly yelled in excitement, she hadnt seen her at all since they had been in King's Landing. Alys ran up to Lyara and gave her cousin a big, smothering hug. Dylon came up beside the pair "Hello sweet cousin" He said smiling at Lyara with his arms crossed.
JPTheWarrior
Stark box, King's Landing
All the commoners parted as Dylon and Alys walked through them. They were surrounded by a massive retinue of a dozen guards. Dylon was the sole heir to the Dreadfort, there were no other living members of House Bolton besides himself and his father, so his father insisted that he be guarded well at all times, especially while in King's Landing, the centre of betrayal and backstabbing in Westeros. The party drew eyes from all the other nobles, it was a little overkill to have so many guards at such an event but Rogar did seem to care.
"Where is father?" Alys suddenly spoke in her sweet and innocent tone. "I think he's still in his ch-" Suddenly the guards halted. Dylon was confused for a moment before looking behind him and spotting his father coming up behind him with another four guards, making the part total, 16 guards. "Father" Dylon said bowing slightly. Rogar did not speak but just walked straight past his two children, heading towards the Stark box. Dylon and Alys quickly followed and the party started moving again.
"What's with father?" Alys whispered as she clutched her twins arm. "You know how father is..." Dylon whispered back.
When the party reached the Stark box, the Bolton soldiers surrounded it, facing outwards, they were now 20. Dylon, Alys and Rogar quickly spotted Talia speaking to Lyara but she wasnt alone. The whole Ashwood family was with her. Dylon and Alys must have been thinking the same thing because they both looked at eachother with uneasy looks when they spotted the Ashwoods.
"Lord Ashwood" Rogar came up next to his eldest daughter, speaking plain and coldly to the small lord before turning his piercing gaze to his daughter's companion who he didnt know the name of, he assumed he was one of the elder Ashwood children. "And you are?" Rogar spoke giving Daimen a cold and nearly hostile gaze. Rogar didnt approve of his daughter being so close to such an insignificant family in the North, who also had nothing that would benefit Rogar's house but then he's thoughts changed. Talia was not one to get close to a family just to make friends, no, she must have a hidden ambition that he didnt know about.
"Lyara!" Alys nearly yelled in excitement, she hadnt seen her at all since they had been in King's Landing. Alys ran up to Lyara and gave her cousin a big, smothering hug. Dylon came up beside the pair "Hello sweet cousin" He said smiling at Lyara with his arms crossed.
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