[D1 EE] RP Thread: Bread and Salt

[Lord Bromley Meadows]

Once the ceremonies have been completed, Lord Meadows indicates for his guests to sit, and servants carrying food and drink enter the hall. At the head table, raised above the other guests, Lord Bromely sits with his son and heir, Elwood, to his left. Elwood’s young wife, Rayley, sits to her husband’s left.

On the right of the Lord is his daughter, the fair and beautiful Lysa Meadows. Next to her is the elderly Lord Androw of Ashford. Conspicuously absent, however, is the young Meadows girl’s betrothed, and this has set the hall abuzz. The Festival of Roses is, for many of the attendees, the only chance to catch up and exchange gossip for the entire year, and many were eagerly anticipating seeing the Tyrell noble who had agreed to marry the girl.

[Terrance Stone]

Terrance found his seat and happily accepted when his cup and plate were filled. He managed to maintain an air of decorum as he ate, though his keen eyes casually studied the room and the people within it. The women here were certainly attractive.

[Mariessa Tremaine]

The Tremaine heiress, dressed in a gown of azure and argent that bared her shoulders, seemed to be holding herself well to the expectations placed upon her as she had found some balance between being charming and proper. Her wavy auburn locks were slightly swept back with clasps of silver.

She looked around with great interest to see who else was in attendance where she was sitting. Her emerald eyes landed on Terrance Stone for a moment, before she looked away, though it had been long enough to get brief eyecontact.

It seemed they were both studying the room and its inhabitants. Mari blushed behind her raised wine goblet.

[Terrance Stone]

A smile crossed his lips as he raised his cup to them for a drink. Very attractive.

[Leovall Marten]

Dressed sharply in maroon and black, Leovall ate slowly while casually looking about the great hall. Pausing for a sip of wine he notices Terrance smiling as he turns right to face his cousin. He can't help but smile a little as well. "You look pleased with the wine." He comments in a jovial way after lowering his cup.

[Terrance Stone]

"It's good." he nodded and grinned. "There's much to like here."

[Leovall Marten]

"See? So, it was worth the journey after all." He replies swiftly, flashing his cousin a wider smile. "Enjoy it and eat well. There will be busy days ahead when the tournament commences."

[Terrance Stone]

"We'll see how the hunting goes." he glanced about the room again. "But, I wouldn't miss another tournament with you for anything."

[Leovall Marten]

Leovall chuckled and nodded. "I believe I can see why your father spoke so highly of them. This is definitely different than those in the Vale... there are more fairer faces than I'm used to." He had another quick sip from his cup. "Still, I hope I don't end up wishing there were more knights here. Good opponents make the melee and jousts much more enticing."

[Marten Tremaine]

The view to Mari would be temporarily interrupted by the slightly scowling visage of an older man. Marten leaned across, reaching for a dish just beyond the length of his arm.

His expression softened as he sat back down. "Very well done, Mari." He said, his deep voice rumbling. "I hope you're having a good time. I should have brought you to one of these ages ago." He looked over to Jyn. "Both of you."

A shadow crossed his face, as he remembered the others that weren't there. And never would be.