Post by tgtbt on Jul 2, 2007 18:55:46 GMT -5
Ser Doran Lannister took to wed his longtime paramour, the lady Lyessa or House Bolton, in late June, 506.
Since neither party was particularly religious, a mix of old gods and new oversaw the marriage, carried out by a Southern Septon in the weirwood at Karhold (Ser Doran would not willingly enter into the Dreadfort, nor any of its surroundings, for reasons which go further back into his youth)
The bride looked radiant in her shimmering silvery robes, with a mantle bearing the flayed man of Bolton. Ser Doran wore black, with a cloak of red-lined silver, and the lion sigil of his house sewn upon his breast.
Thus a courtship oft neglected but enduring for fourteen years was finally made binding. Owing to the nature of the bride, and indeed the groom when in the North, no great celebration was held, save the feast at Karhold, the seat of the bride's second cousins the Karstarks. Some fifty people attended, though almost all on the bride's side; with the groom came only his squire, two retainers of House Lannister, and two companions of his from the Free Cities.
That night the knight and lady of Lannister consumated their vows in the draughty chambers of Karhold. Ser Doran prayed that his wife might bear him a son, that he could retire to a manor somewhere, and do no business save his position on the King's Council, and grow old in realtive peace.
Two days later the Lannister party returned south, stopping at the Dreadfort along the way to speak with Lyessa's elderly and infirm father, Lord Bolton, a man of seventy years. He had not attended the wedding of his last child, due to his infirmity, but he bestowed his blessing upon them, and recounted his insistence that any sons of his daughter must one day return and rule the Dreadfort after his death (since his son, the Lady Lannister's brother Steffon Bolton, had gone to the Free Cities and beyond, and had not been seen these ten years). Ser Doran overcame his fear and mistrust of the place which had been bestowed upon him by the long-dead brother of his wife, Roose, and was thankful that he would not have to come hence very often.
With Ser Doran's party of five going back south were his lady wife, her handmaid, and three other servants.
They headed back to King's Landing, where Doran had his temporary chambers at court.
Since neither party was particularly religious, a mix of old gods and new oversaw the marriage, carried out by a Southern Septon in the weirwood at Karhold (Ser Doran would not willingly enter into the Dreadfort, nor any of its surroundings, for reasons which go further back into his youth)
The bride looked radiant in her shimmering silvery robes, with a mantle bearing the flayed man of Bolton. Ser Doran wore black, with a cloak of red-lined silver, and the lion sigil of his house sewn upon his breast.
Thus a courtship oft neglected but enduring for fourteen years was finally made binding. Owing to the nature of the bride, and indeed the groom when in the North, no great celebration was held, save the feast at Karhold, the seat of the bride's second cousins the Karstarks. Some fifty people attended, though almost all on the bride's side; with the groom came only his squire, two retainers of House Lannister, and two companions of his from the Free Cities.
That night the knight and lady of Lannister consumated their vows in the draughty chambers of Karhold. Ser Doran prayed that his wife might bear him a son, that he could retire to a manor somewhere, and do no business save his position on the King's Council, and grow old in realtive peace.
Two days later the Lannister party returned south, stopping at the Dreadfort along the way to speak with Lyessa's elderly and infirm father, Lord Bolton, a man of seventy years. He had not attended the wedding of his last child, due to his infirmity, but he bestowed his blessing upon them, and recounted his insistence that any sons of his daughter must one day return and rule the Dreadfort after his death (since his son, the Lady Lannister's brother Steffon Bolton, had gone to the Free Cities and beyond, and had not been seen these ten years). Ser Doran overcame his fear and mistrust of the place which had been bestowed upon him by the long-dead brother of his wife, Roose, and was thankful that he would not have to come hence very often.
With Ser Doran's party of five going back south were his lady wife, her handmaid, and three other servants.
They headed back to King's Landing, where Doran had his temporary chambers at court.