“No, no… wear that one. With a flower in your hair!” Never in her life had Liliyana seen such a flurry of activity in the Twins. Her sisters, cousins, and aunts all swirled around her eagerly, tearing apart their wardrobes to find the perfect dress. They were to prepare for a king’s arrival and by now it was well known that one of them was meant to wed the newly crowned King in the North before he turned for the Lannisters further south. It was only a matter of which one.
The prettiest had been all but hen-picked already, the wisest plain of face, and the rest—well, the rest were no less beloved to Liliyana, in any case. Each and every one of the Frey girls had their charms, despite what the rest of Westeros was so keen to say about them. …show more content…
Roslin looked pretty in white—if a bit girlish, with her hair down from her plaits—sat on the edge of one of their less-than-plush beds as she brushed the shine back into Liliyana’s freshly washed hair. “You know he’ll pick you, don’t you, sissy?” Roslin asked softly, leaning over Liliyana’s shoulder. “You’re older.”
“By scarcely a year!”
Roslin frowned. “And he…” She didn’t have to finish. Lily knew that her Lord Grandfather didn’t want to look at her for any longer than he had to. Roslin and Lily had shared the same father, and where Grandfather had been rather fond of Roslin’s mother, the same could not be said of Liliyana’s. “Well, he’ll pick you.”
“Don’t say that, Ros.” Lily reached a hand up, taking her sister’s delicate hand in her own. “You couldn’t possibly know.”
“But I do.” Despite the melancholy that tugged at Roslin’s sweet, soft voice, a smile begun to tease at the corner of her mouth. “Besides, if you do marry him, I don’t have to worry about a thing. I know you’ll find me a proper husband once you’re …show more content…
Quickly, each of the ladies leaned over to blow out candles and douse the torches before it could be opened. It was nearly time; what with the sun slowly sinking behind the cracked glass panel in the window, they should have known the King was due at their gate any minute. One by one, they piled out, hushed even despite their excitement.
Lord Frey waited for them already in the Great Hall, his wife perched upon his knee. The poor thing shook like a leaf, but it was not their place to save her. They fled to their seats as quickly as possible, not looking to incur their patriarch’s wrath. Liliyana was among them, head bowed as she climbed the stairs after her sister. “Child.” Her grandfather’s voice broke clear, despite the crackle in his throat. Each of the women paused until a great, spindly finger was leveled in Liliyana’s direction.
“Yes, you girl. Come here.” Lord Frey crooked his finger before shoving his young wife from his lap. “Closer… closer still. Don’t you know I have old eyes, girl?” Liliyana was not eager, but she stepped quickly up to her grandfather, eyes leveled at the ground in his feet. She couldn’t think of the last time this room had been dusted. They hadn’t been able to afford it in so long… “Ah, looking so like your mother, even now. Brianel… she was pretty too, but had a looser tongue. Thank the gods you inherited your father’s wit and your mother’s
The prettiest had been all but hen-picked already, the wisest plain of face, and the rest—well, the rest were no less beloved to Liliyana, in any case. Each and every one of the Frey girls had their charms, despite what the rest of Westeros was so keen to say about them. …show more content…
Roslin looked pretty in white—if a bit girlish, with her hair down from her plaits—sat on the edge of one of their less-than-plush beds as she brushed the shine back into Liliyana’s freshly washed hair. “You know he’ll pick you, don’t you, sissy?” Roslin asked softly, leaning over Liliyana’s shoulder. “You’re older.”
“By scarcely a year!”
Roslin frowned. “And he…” She didn’t have to finish. Lily knew that her Lord Grandfather didn’t want to look at her for any longer than he had to. Roslin and Lily had shared the same father, and where Grandfather had been rather fond of Roslin’s mother, the same could not be said of Liliyana’s. “Well, he’ll pick you.”
“Don’t say that, Ros.” Lily reached a hand up, taking her sister’s delicate hand in her own. “You couldn’t possibly know.”
“But I do.” Despite the melancholy that tugged at Roslin’s sweet, soft voice, a smile begun to tease at the corner of her mouth. “Besides, if you do marry him, I don’t have to worry about a thing. I know you’ll find me a proper husband once you’re …show more content…
Quickly, each of the ladies leaned over to blow out candles and douse the torches before it could be opened. It was nearly time; what with the sun slowly sinking behind the cracked glass panel in the window, they should have known the King was due at their gate any minute. One by one, they piled out, hushed even despite their excitement.
Lord Frey waited for them already in the Great Hall, his wife perched upon his knee. The poor thing shook like a leaf, but it was not their place to save her. They fled to their seats as quickly as possible, not looking to incur their patriarch’s wrath. Liliyana was among them, head bowed as she climbed the stairs after her sister. “Child.” Her grandfather’s voice broke clear, despite the crackle in his throat. Each of the women paused until a great, spindly finger was leveled in Liliyana’s direction.
“Yes, you girl. Come here.” Lord Frey crooked his finger before shoving his young wife from his lap. “Closer… closer still. Don’t you know I have old eyes, girl?” Liliyana was not eager, but she stepped quickly up to her grandfather, eyes leveled at the ground in his feet. She couldn’t think of the last time this room had been dusted. They hadn’t been able to afford it in so long… “Ah, looking so like your mother, even now. Brianel… she was pretty too, but had a looser tongue. Thank the gods you inherited your father’s wit and your mother’s