Roleplay

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Link to ooc: https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2998784/1#post_2998784

The morning was bright and the suns rays filtered through the window into the large bedroom. Lyra shifted in bed when the sun shone into her face. She sat up abruptly surprising her wyvern Onyx who was snuggled into the crook of her knees. He leapt up and murmured. “Come on Onyx it's morning! Max is going to teach us how to ride finally!” Lyra jumped out of bed and scrambled into leggings, a light green shirt, and riding boots. A knock on her door hurried her progress. Lyra jumped to her window and pushed them open. Onyx climbed up onto her shoulder squeaking excitedly. “Lyra you had better not be climbing out that window of your again!” Tyler Lyras personal body guard opened Lyras door in time to see her climbing out the window. “Lyra!” Lyra giggled and climbed down the vines that crawled along the stone walls.

Ximena eyed the castle walls of Winterfell from her place in the woods. It was early in the morning, the air was crisp, and all was silent except for the occasional call of ravens. She shifted in her saddle, her horse whinnying beneath her. She gave the fine steed a gentle rub on the side of the neck as her dire wolf, Sitka, emerged from trees beside her. She watched as the abnormally large golden wolf licked the fur around his blood stained mouth. The blood was fresh, they had just managed to take down three deer in the woods. Sitka undoubtedly feasted upon one of them, not leaving anything else but fur and bones. One deer lay on the back of Ximena 's saddle, the second one with another soldier who was already back at Winterfell. She didn't want to go back. She wanted to stay in the woods, out in the open, anywhere that didn't involve her being inside the castle walls listening to her septa or her royal advisors complain and berate her on her 'inappropriate' behavior as queen. "I wish I could just go far from here, and travel," She said half to herself, and half to Sitka, who was now watching her with giant narrowed eyes. She sighed, turning her attention back to the grey walls. "Alright, Sitka, let's go." and with that she rode back to the castle, leaving the woods behind her.

"Up up up! It's time for you to wake up, your grace!"

Elize opened her eyes, wincing as the curtains to her room were ripped open and the pale sunlight filtered through. "Must I wake up so early, the sun hasn't even entirely come up yet," she groaned, turning to face the opposite way of her septa, who was now rummaging through her wardrobe."Now, your grace, you've got duties to attend to, more specifically, you've got more letters to read this morning."
Elize huffed, pulling herself out of bed. She walked over to her wardrobe, disregarding the the dress her septa had lain out, she pulled one out herself. A dark green dress with some black trimming. It helped her light green eyes to stand out. She turned around as her septa helped her into it, tying the strings in the back. She walked over and sat down on a stool as her septa grabbed a brush and proceeded to comb out her hair. "I'm guessing my sister isn't here again?" Elize asked, holding back the annoyance in her voice. This was the fourth time this week that Ximena had been neglecting duties, and it was getting tiresome. "You know how your sister is," the septa started, taking a look back at her handiwork before going ahead and fixing up some pieces, "in my opinion, as you know, you'd be more fit to be queen than her."
Elize sighed. This wasn't the first time she'd be hearing of this, and she knew it.


Elize was reading through the second letter, her eyes focused on the paper. As she read over the words, she let out a sigh, sitting back in her chair, hands folded together. As she went to open up a third letter, the door to the the throne room in which she had been reading the letters opened. A guard stepped in, turning to Elize and bowing. "Queen Ximena , your grace."
Elize stood, taking a curtsy as her sister walked in, dirt on her face and her hair in a mess as always. "Elize, I don't know how many times I have to explain to you that you don't need to curtsy to me, you're the princess, and my sister." Ximena walked past her, throwing a a few huge pieces of raw meat at Sakari's paws. The queen let out a chuckle as Sitka snatched one of the pieces out from under Sakari and they started to run around the throne room, playfully nipping at each other. Elize tore her gaze away from the wolves, fixing her sister with a serious expression.
Ximena noticed the look she was being given and turned to Elize. "What's wrong, what it is?"
Elize took one of the letters from the table, handing it to her sister. "White Harbor is having a food shortage. Their crops are struggling, their wheat more than anything and they're running out of bread. There are foxes in the area that are killing their livestock, and it seems the deer have apparently disappeared," Elize explained, paraphrasing the long letter. "We have to help them. I've already asked the servants to tell the cooks to make more bread so we can have some taken to them."
Ximena nodded at this. "Good idea." She turned to a guard that was standing at the end of the hall. "Go and ask the farmers about taking a few chickens and pigs, if they say yes, load them into pens, and get the horses and carts ready. After that, make sure the cooks have lots of bread prepared. We leave at mid-day." With that, Ximena turned on her heel and went to head for the door.
"Wait!" Elize called out, stepping towards her sister. Fear had risen in her. It'd take them days to get to White Habor. it could be dangerous. She sighed, whistling to Sakari who leaped to her paws and trotted over. "Take Sakari as well, for extra protection. The roads to White Harbor can be dangerous, " she said, giving her beloved wolf a pat on the head. "You know, you could come with us," Ximena suggested, a small smile on her face.
Elize shook her head. The suggestion agitated her. Who'd look after Winterfell with both the Queen and Princess gone? "I thank you for the offer, but someone needs to stay here and look after Winterfell." The smile on Ximena's face faded to a straight line, her light eyes glared at her sister as she picked up on the accusatory tone in Elize's voice. Elize turned her back on Ximena , sitting back into her chair at table, opening up more letters. She watched from the corner of her eye as Ximena led the dire wolves out of the room, the door closing behind her.

Lyra ran across the courtyards excitedly. The first time she rode a horse was with her older sister Juno. But this time she would ride by herself! Lyra could barely contain her excitement! She weaved through the servants and guards walking in the early morning. Onyx squeaked claws digging into her shoulder. “Onyx loosen up its exciting!” Onyx held on tighter until Lyra slowed. As Lyra was about to open the stable doors a guard stepped forward. “Morning Max!” Lyra said skidding to a stop in front of Max. “What did your brother tell you about climbing out your window? Your going to hurt yourself one day, ” Max grabbed Lyras wrist and dragged her to the throne room. “But Max! It's too slow going down the stairs and boring, ” Lyra complained. “Where are we going anyways today I'm supposed to ride horses!” Lyra pulled back trying to escape from Maxes grip. “Your brother has called for you, ” Lyra groaned. She wanted to ride not sit in the throne room. She let Max drag her back to the throne room. The guards at the double doors bowed and opened the doors. Max released Lyras wrist and bowed to the Prince before taking his leave. Lyra stood there waiting for her brother to speak as her septa had taught her to do.

Lyra hugged her sister happily Onyx squeaking at Juno flicking his tongue out. Lyra bounded over to Loki and clambered onto Lokis back. Lyra looked up as Enzo relayed the message their father had sent. “What happened to the pillar?” She asked with general curiosity as she rubbed Lokis neck. Lyra didn't know what the wall was for and her father refused to tell her. “Why is the wall there anyway?” Lyra asked hoping her siblings would tell her what her father wouldn't.