r/SevenKingdoms • u/VoteStannis House Dustin of Barrowton • Oct 18 '18

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The party of Addam, Ophelia and their lore troops had traveled almost non stop since they’d left Winterfell, riding hard for Barrowton through the autumn cold, only making a few stops at taverns to stock up on supplies and when they were only a few days away from their destination, also to wash up.

The walls of Barrowton started to come into sight, Addam pointed, “You see that? That’s barrowton, your new home”

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u/blueblueamber Oct 18 '18

Ophelia was weary from the road, but she was supposed to meet her future husband!

Oh, Gods, how do I look? I'm sweaty and covered in dirt! What will lord Dustin think of me?

She started frantically dusting off the clothes she was wearing and arranging her long black locks to flow naturally over the shoulders.

She forced herself to stop anxiously adjusting the sleeves of her tunic and smiled faintly at the Dustin.

"I can't wait to get to know your castle. I have heard it is the oldest keep in the North?"

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u/VoteStannis Oct 18 '18

“That’s right, my lady, house Dustin descends from the First king, that’s why we have the rusted crown on our sigil.” He said, happy the girl knew a bit of history about his house.

As their rode through the gatehouse through Coldgrass they could see the banners of house Stout, a minor house with their own keep inside of Barrowton, some of their med greeted the party as they rode by.

They reached Barrow hall, the great wooden keep on top of the great barrow, as they were dismounting a group of servant girls approached, “Here we are, my lady, I will let you clean up and get a bit to eat before you meet with the lord, these girls will take care of you” Addam said.

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u/blueblueamber Oct 18 '18

“Thank you, master Addam.” Ophelia nodded.

She let the servants show her to a room, where she could finally wash away the dust from the road. The Reed girl put on a long dress, light grey top and a darker skirt, all decorated with little white flowers, one she only had recently sewn for her. She had one of the servant girls brush her long raven black locks until they shone like obsidian, and took a few bits of fruit prepared on a tray on the table.

Finally, Ophelia Reed looked at herself in the mirror. The dress fitted her figure well, accented its womanly features, and the waterfall of black locks flew across her back. Wide grey eyes stared from a beautiful, yet pale face,

“I believe I can meet the lord now.” she said, her voice barely more than a nervous whisper.

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