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AGE: 17
LOCATION: Winterfell
PLAYER: Lina
ABOUT: Chocolate near ebony locks and grey eyes, Elinor is a true Stark of Winterfell. Opportunistic and charismatic, Elinor cares a great deal about her family and will do whatever is necessary to succeed in this game.
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Dec 8 2015, 10:03 PM
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<left><div style="width: 300px; font-family: 'Sacramento', cursive; font-size: 24px; text-align: justify; color: 000000">My Dearest Sparrow Hawk,<br></div></left>
<div style="text-align:justify;width:300px; font-size: 10px;"><p>It's been some time since you and I have last spoken and months since I departed King's Landing for Dorne. I remember the words you stated while I was packing my belongings and the smirk you carried until I threw that cushion at your face in an effort to hide it. "Remember, you're going to have to return to Winterfell after all this is over." As if I needed reminding, Tayce, but still you kept at it as if you were part of my conscience.</p>

<p>I miss you, but this correspondence arrives with much more than mere words of missing your presence. You will have company in the Red Keep before too long and it comes with a backstory I dare not speak of in these letters due to the fragility of the matter. Lady Faelycia Ironsmith is being sent from Karhold to remain in the Crownlands for the time being. I have agreed to take charge of her wellbeing and expect her to be treated with as much kindness as you may be able to find in that willful heart of yours.</p>

<p>The Queen has agreed to support my plans and understands fully the need for me to send her away from the north and into the arms and custody of the Capitol. More importantly into your midst for obvious reasons as I will not be returning to King's Landing for some time. I am detained in Winterfell until further notice and only the gods have a notion of where my feet will land in the coming months.</p>

<p>Therefore I have written to collect on the favor you owe me for the our little entanglement in Lannisport and because I trust few others with such a task. You are always dependable, shrewd, and a wondrous judge of character. Did I mention devious to an almost impeccable degree? Only few others possess your charms and I adore you all the more for them. Please watch over her actions and behaviors carefully, as well as what you may hear from others. She may be just as conniving as you are with a tongue as sharp as knives. Women have a knack for personal destruction, Tayce, as you well know. If she displays even the slightest inclination to cause a disruption, send word to the Queen or myself. No other.</p>

<p>I would appreciate nothing else but your discretion on this matter. You have been a dear friend for years and I miss our frivolous rioting whenever I visit King's Landing. Remind me to bring you some fur cloaks from the north when I return. They always look exquisite on you.</p>

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<p>Your good friend,</div>
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Dec 5 2015, 08:02 AM

I remember when Shelbs and I were on For King and Court, the lovely Tudors RP we used to be in together, we used to sit and fawn over castles just for the sake of it. I woke up this morning and was browsing my Facebook, and came across this lovely gem and asked my husband if he could purchase it for me yesterday:

Chateau de la Mothe-Chandeniers

It's apparently abandoned and people are attempting to restore it because, hell, it's a 13th century building with loads of potential and history. I mean, look at it. It reminds me of the north in this photo, winter, and the joys I had when I lived in Canada due to the climate. Not to mention, who wouldn't want to live in this treasure? You have your own private moat/pond/lake/whatever it's water. I seriously thought of starting a Go Fund Me so that I could move to France, quit my job, and restore this home (not really, but the thought counts for something).

When I was seventeen, I backpacked all over Europe for five weeks and went to several castles in Austria and Germany. When you come across these chateaus in person, they truly are breathtaking and each one of them have their own sense of charm that differentiate them from another. If you're browsing the web, thinking about your characters, or musing to the thought of you being a princess in some far away land, let's see what you come up with. Just for kicks.


Dec 2 2015, 02:19 PM
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<div style="text-align:justify;width:300px; font-size: 10px;"><p>When I had heard the news and so quickly on the heels of the death of Lord Tywin Lannister, who could expect me to do any different but write to you hastily, to ensure your health and wellbeing. I received word from your mother that you had awoken and thanked the gods, though I spent little time in prayer and ran to my writing desk instead to send you this missive. I will surely return to continue beseeching to the divine for your rapid recovery when I have dispatched this letter.</p>

<p>We spoke briefly in King's Landing before my departure to Dorne some months ago of dragons and dreams. Your glorious egg has finally hatched after the many years you had laid in wait for such a thing to happen. Is he beautiful, filling your striking mind with new confidence, a new beginning? I cannot see it any differently with what has occurred and at such a time as this. I wish you would tell me when you have a moment to do so. I understand your time is precious and you have plenty of it with me for I will not be returning again to King's Landing for some time. I will wait forever patient for word from you.</p>

<p>Despite the excitement, please remember of your strength. You need to heal your wounds and get well. All of us in Winterfell wish for nothing more than your swift recovery and I am overwhelmed with gratitude that the injury is not worse than what it is. You and I will need to pull ourselves away when I return to the Capitol and yes, I will wish to see the magnificent sight of your new companion.</p>

<p>I also wish to discuss something of a curious nature with you, something you and your siblings may understand due to the permanence of your dragons. Matarys may be the one to consult, but I trust you both with equal measure.</p>

<p>Rest long and recuperate, Your Highness. Again, I am overjoyed to hear of your recovery.</p>

<p>Yours most sincerely,</p></div>
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Nov 22 2015, 01:25 PM
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<div style="text-align:justify;width:300px; font-size: 10px;"><p>I must apologize sincerely for the short delay of this letter finding itself in your hands. I could not immediately find the words to express my sorrow or the necessary resonance required to comfort or heal your wounds so newly opened. I still write this and know not if it will alleviate some pain but hope that you will find that I desire nothing more than to share in your grief and lift your sorrows.</p>

<p>On behalf of the Starks, please accept our deepest condolences. Whoever committed such an atrocity will be found and properly dealt with; the Lannisters always pay their debts. If it was simply a matter of time and age, Lord Twyin's passing came far too soon, however that does not make healthy the loss. He left to his name and family a legacy not easily rivaled and it will be charged to his descendants to live up to his expectations. You, my dearest and mighty stag, will surely follow his guidance for he did grant you that before he was handed to the gods to protect. I doubt the Lord of Casterly Rock left this world displeased with what you have thus far accomplished.</p>

<p>On behalf of myself, there is an emptiness that resonates being so far from you. Upon receiving the news and for a number of days thereafter, I remained in the godswood. It was quiet and still, the millpond beneath the weirwood a mirror of ice befitting the mood that rests heavily upon my countenance. I have prayed for the Lannisters, for the Baratheons, but my thoughts never stray far from you, Steffon, and I am nothing but remorseful that I am not with you during this time when your grief is so substantial. I beg that you comprehend that and recognize that my penance in Winterfell will not last; I will see you again and your touch and our time together will no longer be a sweet memory.</p>

<p>You have put a fever inside of me and it has been unbearably cold since we parted. Just know that wherever you happen to tread, my heart goes with you. I will continue praying for your relief. Always.</p>

<p>Yours in sadness,</div>
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Nov 15 2015, 05:31 PM

The faint crackling of a fire was all that replied to the empty silence that was her tent, along with the random turning of pages that uttered their own harmonies within the space. Her head rested back against a small heap of furs and pelts, her body covered partially with woolen blankets to keep herself warm, but it was proving difficult to keep her ministrations upon the words in the book she held in her petite hands. The words had begun melding together or were entirely forgotten causing the young woman's forehead to crease in irritation. Her grey eyes flitted across the sandy page in realization that she had attempted to read the same page three times already.

Elinor had not been laying on the makeshift bed for very long. The day had proven impelling and exhaustive, enough so that she struggled to keep focused. The hunting party had left Karhold with the intention of returning the following day and the events of the past number of hours stretched across her imagination. Naturally, she had followed her niece's newly wed husband in an attempt to better acquaint herself with the man, along with the likes of several others into the hills and forests surrounding the Karstark's seat. While the pursuit had proven entertaining and the chase successful, Elinor had struggled to remove her wandering reflections from the conversation she had with Sansa when she had first arrived, among the onslaught of her own concerns, the journey she had made from Dorne, and all that had occurred prior to her return north.

The tome in her hand dropped to the surface of the bunk and she heaved a heavy sigh. There was little point remaining there and fussing over what she had been told. Sansa had learned, and in Elinor's own opinion much too quickly, the realities of what marriage could introduce to one's own macrocosm. While slightly older than her niece, Elinor postulated that the difference in their experiences had granted her the upper hand; years in King's Landing in the company of other nobles and lowborn alike, along with the tutelage of septas and maesters, and even her keen drive to learn more constantly may have allowed her to manage the situation Sansa had been forced to endure significantly differently.

The young wolf lay there listening to the soft laughter and the eternal sparks of the fire for a minute more before standing. The emerald gown she wore fell around her ankles to the carpeted floor as she reached for her fur-lined mantle, draping it around her slender shoulders and stepping out of the confines of her tent and into the arctic night.

Elinor peered around the corner before moving on, careful that her footsteps did not too loudly disrupt the space surrounding her. Her scrutiny fell upon those of the company sitting by the glowing embers, many of them unknown to even her. Despite an entirely unfamiliar dwelling and a strange multitude of new faces, Sansa Karstark had taken her new role with patience and resilience. It was extraordinary. Elinor could not have even imagined it herself beforehand. However, Harrion Karstark had also been placed in the precarious situation of inviting a new woman into his life, one he did not know, and having his own share of fortitude to handle such a circumstance.

She creeped quietly away from the scene before her eyes, steadily making her way among the encampment and between the tents to the pavilion belonging to the man she was searching for. His wife was distracted, easing Elinor's path to a moment alone to voice some of her own concerns to what had occurred, as well as what could be done to alleviate the observable unease. Approaching the knight who remained outside of the tabernacle, Elinor cleared her throat and eased the folds of her dress, her vision and voice direct. "May you please inform your lord that Lady Elinor Stark requests an audience."


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