Burgundy Colours the Vale (Open)

[Ana Redwyne]

Ana gave a sigh as she cast a glance through the curtains of her carriage. All she saw she didn't truly care for. She missed her fathers great castle and more than anything she hated riding in a carriage. She gave a glance over to her two handmaidens who were riding with her. The looked more nervous than she felt. Riding out to meet her betrothed for the first time was a bit overwhelming. She could easily understand why these girls would be scared or nervous. Up-rooted from their cozy home to a new place among the honour bound birds it would seem. Giving another sigh she leaned back, lifting a leg to look at her jeweled slippers.

Ana chose to look her most beautiful today. She wore a dress of deep red, hanging low about her breast and barely covering her shoulders. Her hair was an intricate tousle of braids and jewels, curling about her lithe neck, giving an inviting appearance. She wore a thin circlet or rubies and black stones about her neck, drawing the eye to her breast, where a thin line of cleavage hinted to more. Her dark dress was tied at the wait with a black belt. Black fur trimmed her sleeves and the foot of her dress. She was covered in matching rubies and black stone about her fingers as well as her ears.

She quickly perked up at the sound of voices, they must be coming nearer to her new home. At the moment her stomach was nearly churning. Perhaps she was more nervous than she thought. The carriage came to a slow halt, more voices flitting about. She wondered which one was her betrothed. She only hoped he was good to look at. It was sure to be hard to pretend to love an ugly man for many years. She allowed her first handmaiden out, young Meriam. Trinia followed her, both offering their hands towards Ana as she left the dark warmth of the carriage and made her first step upon her new home...

[Lord Luthor Arryn]

It was rather unfortunate when Shekinah Vhassar had fled Westeros. For a year she had enjoyed all the luxuries she could want, her life had been sharing wine and cock in equal measure. She fled back to Volantis wanting to have preserved some amount of self-respect or dignity. Luthor could only wonder if her Uncle believed she had any remaining if he could have seen even one of the days or nights when Luthor thought she had been a truly splendid wife.

But with her gone and the marriage absolved he was free to use marriage as a contract piece once again. This time he was joining House Arryn of Gulltown to House Redwyne of the Arbor. Uniting the allies of the crown, obtaining a contract to bring more Arbor wine into the Vale and obtaining a beautiful new wife in one move.

Lord Luthor was waiting outside the Eyrie. It would not actually be their home, his villa in Gulltown would be but he was staying in the Eyrie quite a bit recently aiding his cousin. Besides whom didn't want to get married in one of the Great Castles of Westeros? Luthor himself was adorned in a suit of blue and white, the Arryn colours. His doublet and trousers had been made by the same man and were designed to be worn together. He wore a sash of silk and upon the two center fingers of each hand he wore rings of gold with a different coloured jewel in each ring.

When the carriage came to a stop and Lady Ana Redwyne was finally revealed he stepped forward to greet. "Lady Ana, it is an honour to finally meet you. Your father, the good Lord Redwyne promised me you were lovely but seeing you now makes me feel I have given him too little in our agreement for a bride so beautiful." both of his hands reached for one of hers, caressing the soft skin for a moment before he leaned down to place a polite kiss upon her hand.

[Ysmae Arryn]

It had been an early morning of washing, primping, dressing and being generally made to look the perfect daughter for Ysmae Arryn this chilly early winter morning, and according to her maid's desire she did.
Ysmae was standing at the foot of the causeway with her father wearing Arryn blue and white as directed with a blue cloak fur lined to keep her warm in the breeze.

The carriage carrying her soon to be step-mother, the second in two years, stopped and out came a woman more beautiful than her father's wife last year. Ysmae her usual calm self put on her best practiced smile and watched as her father greeted the woman in his usual charm. All the while the young lady stood patiently to be introduced taking in the scene with the interest of a maester, her father was a keen politician and if she ever wished to be of any use to a husband she should know how to lie through he teeth with a smile.

[Ana Redwyne]

The cool air hit her cheeks, turning them a light shade of pink as she smiled into the open air. Her eyes first fell upon a tall and dark striking man, who immediately began talking. He was handsome. Dark and somewhat cunning in his smile. She gave a light giggle and appropriate blush at his compliment. "Oh you are too sweet my Lord. My father indeed did not let me in on your charming looks. I could not be more pleased." she said with a soft and alluring voice. She gave a soft shudder as the winter air made its way around them again.

Behind him her eye caught a younger girl, bearing some small resemblance to her betrothed. "Why this must be your daughter I heard so much about. Such a sweet little thing." she cooed as she made her way towards the girl, giving a soft bow.

Turning to Lord Luthor she gave another smile, her eyes looking him over once more, taking in his fine clothing and equally fine look. "Well, shall we begin my Lord?"[/color she asked softly her eyes bright with wonder.