The Betrothal of Princess Elinor and Qarro Ullhor

[The Smith]

Lord Ullhor stood by the door greeting every one, giving each entry a small gift. He his rough built, and has a overly placid manner that belies his warrior reputation.

Lady Petra Bettley entered with a low cut silken gown. The Scarlet and black she looked as deadly as she was beautiful.

Lord Lukio Delinal entered the party with several of his father's best men. He eyed the other party goers before walking to the corner. He stood with his back straight calmly studying the crowd.

Ser Stafford Mallister, Yancey Smallwood, and Iphithius Tides enter the gathering looking around with arrogant stares. They stomp through the room with pride, feeling every eye upon them.

Lord Horas Martell entered the party with a quiet purpose, greeting his hosts he moved into the room. Going over to talk with the Sea Lord's son.

[wookie]

Lord Wencel Fowler enters the feast with his wife, Lady Danna Blackmont and two children Wyvar and Wylla. Robb Waters stands protectively nearby, his perpetual scowl in place as he surveys the crowd, lingering slightly on the "Bad Apple" for a moment before passing on.

Lady Danna is a typically dornish beauty with long raven-dark hair falling past her shoulders and olive skin, with dark brown eyes. Her two children have done little to her figure save add a curvaceous lushness and confidence to it and next to her Wencel smiles slightly as more than one noble lord flushes at the sight of her. She is dressed in a scarlet dress made from dornish silk with gold embroidery around the bodice, which reveals what would be called a modest amount of flesh in the warmth of Dorne but borders on the scandalous in the colder north.

Wvyar is dressed in a dark blue silk tunic, emblazoned with the hooded hawk of Fowler and manages to look both excited and ill-at-ease as he cradles his father's gift to the bride in his skinny arms. He has the dark complexion of his mother but his eyes have the paler colour of his father's. He brushes his hair out of his eyes and straightens up in an effort to make himself appear taller than his 14 years allow.

Beside him his sister Wylla shares none of his anxieties as she looks round wide-eyed and grinning broadly as she stands on her tip-toes to try and see over those in front. She has the appearance of her mother stamped firmly on her and shows signs of becoming something of a beauty herself as she matures to womanhood. Her long black hair is bound back by several coloured ribbons and her long dark brown dress has already become bunched up to allow her more freedom of movement. She casually dangles her father's gift to Ullor from her left hand as he watches on, before retreiving it from her with a deft hand before it falls.

Lord Wencel himself is dressed formally in a matching dark silk tunic similar to his son's, though much more ornately furnished and tailored. The years have broaded out his figure and added a few lines and grey hairs here and there but he still carries himself with the practiced grace of a warrior. His shoulder length hair is kept back by a small silver circlet topped by a hooded hawk and he scratches for a moment at his close-cropped beard as he waits to be presented to the betrothed couple.

[The Drowned God]

Ser Wulf Pyke the Knight arrives for the betrothal of his niece. He frowns with annoyance at the Braavosi in attendance, then goes to find his sister the queen.

[Imry Willfyre]

The Lord Hand stands beside the most dignified of guests as they greet the newcomers to the party. Dressed in black velvet, wearing the medal of his office--a large necklace of gold hands, he stands with hands clasped behind his back, offering polite hellos to all guests.

[Quenton Baratheon]

Lord Dudley Marbrand, a palefaced redhaired man in his mid-twenties enters into the gathering with an indifferent expression. He is accompanied by his wife, Lady Jean, a small lady around his age with brown curly hair. They are dressed in a coordinated fashion, him in brown, her in grey, both bearing the striking burning tree of house Marbrand somewhere on their person - he on his breast and the sides of his boots, she on a brooch.

Dudley shakes Lord Ullhor's hand firmly with both of his own hands, looking deep into his eyes with his own green stare and bowing his head with respect. Moving on into the room, he begins to scour it for aquaintances. Lady Jean looks somewhat out of her depth.

[The Flint]

The doors open to reveal the small entourage of the Far Reach.

Lord Justin leads, wearing a slashed grey doublet with black silk, and matching breeches. A single orange fire opal is set in the pin at his collar, the only color in the otherwise somber apparel.

Behind him, his sworn sword and shield, Ser Tristan Risley and Ser Jacques Peake. Both men are older now than when they first took up their duties, but they've added knowledge and skill to youthful talent, and remain deadly fighters. They scan the crowd looking for potential threats.

The room is full of them.

Behind them, a young man of smallfolk breeding, in a black tunic, with the white weasel of the Varners on his breast. He keeps well away from the lordly folk, and prepares to fetch wine or food as he is ordered.

[The Smith]

The King stumbles into the festivities his huge arm wrapped around Ser Axel Ambrose's shoulder. He carries his enormous goblet, and is trailed by Ser Trant and Mooton of the King's guard, and two attendants. His deep rolling laugh bowls over all the other noise of the part, and he waves to his guests.

Seeing his wife he smiles and charges her. Lifting her from the ground he kisses her and shakes her about. Turning to the gathering he bellows, "Luckiest man on earth is I." He lets her down kissing her once more, then moves to the punch. Pulling out two flagons, he pours a clear liquid into the fruit punch from both at the same time.

[wookie]

Wencel hides a scowl as the Far Reachers enter. He distracts himself by walking up to the princess and her braavosi intended and ushers his children forward with their gifts, handing Ullor's back to Wylla to deliver.

Wyvar takes a deep breath and bows as the maester and lord father had shown him and handed his gift to Princess Elinor; an orantely carved dark mahogany box containing several pouches holding expensive dornish cooking spices and herbs. He bows again jerkily and steps back as Wylla curtsies and hands Qarro Ullor a package containing a matching pair of jewelled daggers with a sizeable emerald on the pommel and the Titan's head embossed on one side of the scabbard, and a braavosi ship on the other. She curtsies again, much more gracefully than her brother, and returns to her mother's side.

"May your union bring you happiness and be full of joy" Wencel says simply with a nod of his head and a brief smile.

[The Smith]

Qarro Uller bows and thanks them in his native tongue. "I will always appreciate your gifts, and so will my line."

[The Drowned God]

Ser Wulf watched as the king stumbled in drunkenly.

This is a man of pure excess, Wulf thought to himself, not for the first time. He could have been one of the few men to sit the throne that the Ironborn would not begrudge being ruled by, if he had not sold himself to the Braavosi. Now they hate him.

[The Flint]

The Far Reachers position themselves in a corner as far from the Dornish and Westerlands as they can reach. Lord Justin scanned the crowd idlely looking for friendly faces, and finding them lacking.

[wookie]

Wencel blinked and smiled again with a small bow, assuming Qarro's words were complimentary.

He excused himself from the couple and went across to Horas Martell and Lord Delinal.
"Lord Martell" he said, "A pleasure to see you again. I trust you are well?"

[The Smith]

Horas bowed to Fowler, "Yes, indeed." He paused for a moment and then added, "And you, my friend?"

[The Drowned God]

Seeing a party of Far Reachers, Wulf detours from seeing his sister and turns to approach them.

"Are any of you the kin of Alexander Irwyn?"

[wookie]

"No complaints, milord. At least none I'd care to share at the moment" he smiled slightly and ushered forward his wife and children.
"I believe you've already met my family, though I think Wylla was barely weened when you saw her last. I know Wyvar has been anxious to meet you again, you made quite the impression on him on our last visit to Sunspear"

"H-hello again Lord Horas" Wvyar stammered as he was introduced