The Wedding of Lord Justin and Lady Shauna

[The Flint]

All guests are assembled in the Starry Sept for the wedding of Lord Justin Hightower and Lady Shauna Varner. Lord Justin's cloak of grey fur is long and full, showing an sigil of the Hightower alight with flame.

Lady Shauna wears the black and white of House Varner, black and white satin trimmed with Ermine.

The Septon begins the ceremony.

[Quenton Baratheon]

It appears that every member of House Bulwer has made the short journey from Blackcrown to attend the wedding. Lord Bulwer himself sits in the middle of them all, as they take up a couple of pews. Next to him on either side are his siblings, Ben and Daniella, then his Uncle Ser Antony, accompanied by his wife Bella of House Redwyne. Just behind them all sits Ser Roger of Blackcrown, a hulking figure looking distinctly unimpressed by the whole affair.

Lord Tomas spies the man he formerly served as a squire, Lord Tarly, sneaking in at the back of the sept. With a smile, he rises slightly and gives him a thumbs up gesture. Tomas was fond of these gatherings, like the fete beforehand - a chance to catch up with old friends.

[The Flint]

Lady Anne Varner sat, fittingly, in the front. Young Cyrus, the brides brother was still in the Vale, and unable to attend, but the three Irwyn children sat beside the woman who'd been a kind of foster mother too them. On her other side sat Maester Alesander, Lord Justin's only living relative.

In the next pew, the Blackbars, Lord Rodney and his brothers, followed by a large contingent of Redwynes, although Lord Peyton had been unable to attend due to the need to be present in King's Landing for Small Council meetings.

[Tallahar]

Tallahar watched quietly.

He had always enjoyed a good wedding.

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Prince Rodrick, Princess Selyse and her foster sister Lady Catelyn Blackwood arrived in the Far Reach after a long ride from King's Landing. They arrived just in time, on the wedding day itself.

"I am so happy for you," Selyse said warmly to Shauna, clasping her cousin's hands. They had met only on a few occasions, but Aranya had once sent her daughter to the Far Reach to stay at Stoatheart for a holiday, and there Selyse had spent much more time with her Varner cousins than she could have in King's Landing.

Selyse then congratulated Justin, whom she well liked. They had first met during the wedding festivities of the King and Queen. "I remember you said weddings were such a bore," Selyse said to Justin now, smiling. "Have your views changed?"

To Anne Varner, Selyse bowed her head demurely, with all the deference and humility due to an elder lady from a younger one. "This must be a joy to you, my lady. I am glad I could share it with you. The Queen sends her regards and her best wishes."

[The Flint]

Shauna patted Selyse's hand with a wide smile on her young face. Justin grinned as well,

"I do remember saying that, although it fortunately I had much to distract me this time around."

Lady Anne smiled politely at the young lady, wary as always of her husband. "Thank you Princess Selyse. It was not so well attended a wedding as we might have hoped, but that is all for the best. Saves on expenses after all, "I think the kingdoms have not been in a celebratory mood of late."

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"And a couple of years on you since to give you wisdom," Selyse smiled.

"I think people are finding it hard to travel in this weather," Selyse mused. "It was a hard ride up here from Dorne, I must say. I was in the Boneway, getting my foster sister married to Lord Yronwood. It seems I am on a tour of weddings," Selyse smiled.

Seeing someone she knew, she excused herself, hugged Anne warmly, and limped away.

[The Flint]

OOC: I was in the middle of editing the damn thing when my computer crapped out on me.

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OOC: If you want to edit it, I'll edit mine accordingly.

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

Loren Irwyn, the eldest son of the late Alexander Irwyn sat quietly next to his adopted mother the Lady Ann Varner and his twin sister Corinne and younger brother Dorian. He smiled as Lord Justin waited near the front of the Sept. Though the eldest Irwyn, Loren looked at Justin, 6 years his elder, as his big brother and Shauna Varner as his sister as the children had grown inseperable in Oldtown while his father was away at war. Justin was much older then either of the Irwyns or the Varners and as Lord commanded a lot of respect in the band.

"Lady Anne," Loren said whispering softly, "at the party I can drink wine right?" he said giving his sweetest smile. Corinne laughed slightly, "your too young to drink silly," she said with the air of authority that only a sister can have.

[The Flint]

Anne looked down at the youngster with a smile.

"Only one." She said, with mock sternness. "And Corinne will pick the glass in question, to make sure you don't try to pass off a punchbowl as a wine glass."

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

"If Loren can, I can too," Dorian said pouting slightly but trying to exert some equality, "I am almost as big as him." Dorian looked much more like his mother sharing her light colored eyes and brown hair color. The twins looked much more like their father, matching his black eyes and hair and his more physical qualities.

Corinne laughed, "I am going to select a thimble," she said sticking out her tongue at her brother. "You shouldn't drink anyways right, Lady Anne?," Corinne said looking for some agreement from her adopted mother.

[The Flint]

"All things in moderation Corinne." Anne said, as she delicately removed a piece of fluff from the girls shoulder.

"And no Dorian you can't. Age must have its privileges, otherwise what shall you have to look forward to?"

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

"But Lady Anne, I am only a year younger," Dorian said in a hizzy, "and Loren has already been getting wine from the cook before supper."

Loren turned to his brother with a ferocity reserved only for siblings, "That's a lie. . . besides why would she believe you. . . you still sleep with your blanket" he said Loren following the aged old practice of deny and counter accuse.

"It was momma's!" Dorian said his eyes reddening as he threw a light punch at his brother's arm."

Corinne rolled her eyes as she prepared for the inevitable counter attack from her elder brother.

[The Flint]

Anne separates them with a practiced ease.

"Loren, men do not respect those who drink and lie and fight with their brothers."She gives him a stern look.

"Dorian, no one likes a tattletale. If you must tell someone, you should do it privately, so that all parties can be spared embarassment."