Joining the Houses (Open)

[Lord Luthor Arryn]

Lord Luthor Arryn

It was the big day, Luthor was getting married again. The big third time, hopefully the last. Weddings themselves were always a fantastic party alright but there was only so much one could do it. Everything was planned for the day. They feast would twenty courses long, guests were only expected to have a piece of each but there always a few whom had filled up just a handful of courses in. No doubt there would be many Ladies adorned in their finest outfits that would compliment there breasts fabulously. Especially his wife to be.

Luthor was standing in the entrance of the Eyrie welcoming the guests as they came. The Belmore's of Strongsong had already arrived, and the Corbray's of Heart's Home, the Melcome's and Lynderly's, the Hunter and the Hersy. His dear friends from House Grafton whom lived in Gulltown. Many more were confirmed to arrive, everyone from House Donniger to House Waxley.

So there Luthor was, in his silk blue doublet with a white sash and his matching trousers and black boots. An Arryn bird was upon his chest and his hair smelled of fruits from the Summer Isles. Guests arrived and congratulated him, some shook his hand and others pulled him into a great embrace, some of the ladies placed a polite kiss upon his cheek while some of the more playful one's made a jest about the big bedding ceremony that night. Getting baudy already and the wine wasn't even in hand!

Still, it was going to be a bloody long day.

[Lena Arryn]

Lena was wearing ornaments like she hadn't worn since being introduced at court as Torin's wife. Not as regal as her wedding attire but it was so close in comparison that it wasn't worth mentioning. She stood beside her cousin greeting guests who wanted to see a unified Vale that was as much as integral part of Westeros as Casterly Rock was, if Lena and Luthor's ambitions paid off it would be. Her nearly black blue velvet dress tripped in silver and white stood out next to her brother, the under layer was a dark black with a diamond pattern sewn into it and highlighted with glass beads at the point of each triangular shape. From her ears hung silver and Sapphire droplets and around her neck and highlighting her low neckline was a silver beaded necklace with a sapphire encrusted bobble adorning it, today Luthor was the man of the hour, and he was to wear the gold. Besides she had enough sapphires on her to make a Lannister blush, well that was a lie, Torin hadn't blushed at all when he gave them to her.

"How are you feeling?" Lena asked her cousin when their was a lull in the greeting. Her long hair was tied back into an ornate bun with braids. "Your third wedding, you must have this down to an art by now."
She did love to tease him given the fact that only one marriage was a failure (and not his fault) was a miracle. Over all Luthor must have been a good husband for all his short comings, while Lena wouldn't have put up with his shit as other women had she would have loved him dearly given the chance, of course she' have been so young if Luthor had become her husband they'd both have lived entirely different lives.
Most importantly she wouldn't have the little babe within her she did now, and she wouldn't change his fate for the world. Her babe was a pride for her, she was already loving him more and more each day.

[Torin Lannister]

Today was the day that Lena's scrawny little cousin was getting married. To Torin's understanding it was not his first marriage, nor his second but his third. He seemed to recall that someone in King's Landing, either Joffrey or the High Septon had to make him a man able to marry again after his second wife fled across the narrow sea. Surely he must have been a great man that his wife was so intimidated that she fled. Or he was some sort of terror behind closed doors. That was possible.

The Lord of the Vale was not with Luthor & Lena, he was in the main hall of the Eyrie where the guests were being herded into, sitting upon the Lords chair. It was not quite as grand as Lena's chair but in the Eyrie she was the power. Torin was adorned in a doublet of silk and velvet of red and gold, a lion within a heart of fire upon his breast. Upon his fingers he wore rings of gold with rubies. His hair had been groomed back, some of it dedicated to a braid that formed half way down the back of his head. He was smiling politely as he held a goblet of wine, waving and saluting the different guests, eyes scanning for someone he could tolerate, be it his wife or Matilys or Halaevia. This wedding needed more Lannister people.

[Matilys Lannister]

Matilys Lannister made her way into the Eyrie's great hall. She cast a cursory glance over the assembling guests in all their finery, but didn't spot anyone whom she felt a pressing need to approach and greet. No doubt she would come across Ysmae Arryn in due course; Matilys was eager to see whether Luthor's daughter had taken her up on the offers of assistance with current fashion that she had made.

The young Lannister herself was, as promised, wearing some of her own cloth, a light blue underdress, its sleeves and part of the skirt visible beneath her overdress, which was of a very pale lemon yellow and had hanging sleeves that fell from her elbows to very nearly trail the ground. Her hair was elaborately braided, and as on any formal occasion, she was positively dripping with jewelry, gold and precious stones. If she didn't turn at least a few heads that day, she'd be disappointed.

There was no sign of Ysmae yet, but Matilys noted someone else worth talking to. Cousin Torin. There he was, sitting in one of the grand chairs, goblet in hand, all in red and gold. Matilys' own avoidance of the Lannister color that day was deliberate, given that Torin had chosen to confuse the matter, she didn't want to inadvertently signal allegiance to his new god. Whatever the significance of it, though, Torin's attire suited him. She approached him with a smile. 'Are you enjoying the day, cousin? I haven't attended a wedding quite so elaborate since your own.' She was more relaxed today than she had been then; she had had a role to play at Torin and Lena's wedding, and that had brought delight and anxiety in equal measure. Here she was only a guest. She took a step closer, stood beside him and peered into his goblet. 'Would you recommend that wine?' she asked lightly. Matilys was hardly knowledgeable enough to be a critic, but it was the done thing to play at it, sound older than her years.

[Maester Daern]

Daern entered the long hall from a set of side steps. He immediately saw Torin in all his blonde glory, among his pretty little niece as well, a near spitting image of the beauty of a lion. Truth be told he had not spoken maybe two words to the young Lannister girl. He found her an airhead at best though he would never speak those words to any but Lena herself. Trailing his eyes over the hall he sought out the Lady Arryn herself. As well as the man of the hour. Making his way through the nodding heads and 'hellos', Daern approached the two.

His eyes widened a touch at Lena's gaudy attire. "Dear gods I had nearly forgotten you owned such finery. Be careful my Lady, some may mistake you for the wife of a Lannister in all your shiny glory." he said with a playful smile at his friend. He turned towards Lord Luthor Arryn, also looking quite the part today. "Lord Luthor, looking as charming as you always do. Have you set your eyes on your bride as of yet?" he asked, his eyes doing one more scan about the guests already within the hall.

[Ana Redwyne]

Three maids tutted about Ana as she stood still, gazing at herself in the full mirror before her. Her milky skin was perfect, not a blemish on it. Her lips were full and dark, dyed with some cherry sauce and physical dye as well. Her eyes were dark and alluring, just as she had hoped to look. Her was about her, framing her face and drawing the eye to her. It hung in ringlets, braided with flowers and grape vines about it. She wore a string of shiny white pearls at her throat, center was a dark ruby, somewhat resembling her burgundy House. A dress of white silk hung about her shoulders. It was low cut but still demure. She was a maiden still, however long that lasted. Her gown was trimmed in burgundy and silver. At her waist, a corset belt of silver gave her, her shape at her smallest point. Four small Arryn blue beads were sewn to the center, giving way that she would soon be joining the House. On her feet were white slippers, giving way to pure comfort. Giving a small sigh Ana watched as all three maids went before her and gave their approval. One went to open the door as two the other two fell into step behind her, smoothing out her long dress.

Making her way down the steps, Ana could hear the revelry. Truth be told, she was terribly nervous. She was a lonely little grape amongst the birds. She had hardly spoken to her betrothed and even less to his quiet little daughter. She had spoken some to the Maester, but thought him a droll fellow. The Lady Lena was another she had kept tight lipped too. She only hoped that after the marriage was consumated her new family would be more forth coming. Another hope that she had wanted. She had heard tons of nasty little rumors of her future husbands bedding habits. She only wished that theses were simplings of the truth. Despite being a maiden pure of body, she had the imagination and hopes of a base born brothel whore. She just hoped to make her new husbnd as happy as he could be, even if she did fear the thought of children.

Entereing the gathering of guests Ana heard the appropriate 'ooo's' and 'aaahh's' that she expected. She looked beautiful, she knew that she did. She would have been insulted at pure silence. Lifting her head high with a smile turning her lips she made her way to the entrance of the room, where her soon-to-be-husband stood with his cousin and the maester. Approaching them she gave a low bow, and an ample view. Raising back up she said softly in a sweet voice, "My Lord. My Lady. Maester. It seems the day has crept upon us. Shall we make the best of it?"

[Ysmae Arryn]

It had been a long day of prepping and watching the maids prep her knew mother-to-be. Ysmae Arryn was thankful to the goddess, or the gods, or R'hillor- or who ever they were supposed to pray to now for Matilys Lannister. She'd been a balm of a friend in these unusual days of prepping for her father's marriage. It was her new found friend who had sent her maid to prepare her hair and apply a little rose powder to her cheeks to give her a rosy flushed look that men seemed to find so charming. It made her feel very grown up wearing her gown of silk and embroidered velvet and her little stud earrings of sapphire.

With her hair worn up in braids with little curls trailing down the nape of her neck Ysmae entered the main solar at the same time as Ana, it wasn't long though before the daughter of Luthor Arryn broke free of the little procession and went in search of her new friend. She was standing with Torin, which she supposed was well enough since she'd knew the two of them fairly well. Well, socially any how.

Approaching the two she gave a curtsey to Torin and addressed him properly. "Lord Torin, I trust you're stay has been well?" She said in her most polite of tones. When she was standing properly again she looked at Matilys and gave her a thankful smile. "I thank you again for sending your maid Matilys, I would never have been able to dream of such a grand look with out her help." It was good to be friends with important people; That's what Luthor had always taught her any how, but even though it was good and proper to be friends with the Lannisters that stayed in the Vale it was always fun. They seemed to be good enough people, Ysmae had no idea why her father complained about Torin so, he always seemed so jolly when she'd seen him, and he was handsome to boot.

[Lord Luthor Arryn]

A great many guests had arrived by the time his dear cousin made her way to him. She looked something terribly amusing her in fine clothes indeed. "Pardon, but have you seen Lady Arryn, she's about your height but I expect she might be wearing traditional wedding chainmail?" They each had their little ways of teasing one another, although if Lena were to tease him he would have preferred if it were in an entirely different matter but she continued to be a fusspot about such things.

"Not yet good Maester, but I rather expect she'll be along any moment." and sure enough she was, it was almost as if the talk had summoned her. She was truly a sight to behold! Luthor would be lying if he said he wasn't rather pleased at how the crowd responded to her arrival. Many a man would be imagining her face when they took their wives tonight no doubt, most certainly. "My Lady, you are a sight to behold. Truly magnificent." The bedding ceremony was sure to be a frenzy, the men wouldn't take long in removing her garments that was for sure, but then she'd be all his.

It wasn't a great deal longer until the last few stragglers had arrived and everyone was provided with wine and cheese to sate the appetite during the ceremony. Time to move on! "Time for the ceremony I do believe, shall we my dear?" Lord Arryn of Gulltown offered Lady Redwyne his arm, the first of many times he would do so to be sure!

[Lena Arryn]

When Luthor and Daern began to tease her Lena's jaw set in a bemused sort of smirk. "Come now both you have seen me in such fineries before." Though to be honest Lena wasn't sure they had. Since her own wedding had been so far away and both Luthor and Daern had to say in the Vale as not to tip off Lena's intentions to Lysa Tully. It brought the moment of utter despair to mind when she remembered her own wedding, all alone in Casterly Rock selling her self to the Lannisters- or so it had felt like then.
But that was the way of weddings they always remind you of your own.

Shaking the Lady Arryn from her thoughts was the bride as she arrived, as pretty as Lena had been told though a bit younger than Lena had imagined. "Lady Redwyne, it's a pleasure to finally meet you." Lena bowed her head politely but that was all she would offer today. "I must say I can not imagine a more beautiful bride for my beloved cousin." Once in the past she might have hoped she'd been Luthor's bride but now that she was big with Torin's seed there was little room for those thoughts now.

Luthor seemed eager to move the wedding along, once the guests had all arrive. He took his betrothed hand and led her way leaving Daern and Lena on their own. "Will you join me for a bit of refreshment before the wedding?" Lena asked the Maester as a servant walked by with wine upon a large tray. Lena motioned for two glasses and handed one to the light haired man beside her, the other she took for her self. "This is sure to be quite an event, good for moral before our big send off." Lena said casually to Daern, her eyes casting over the crowd noticing Ysmae and Matilys worshiping Torin upon his chair.

[Torin Lannister]

Torin continued to sit at his perch, waving politely and sipping at his wine. Eventually his dear cousin approached. "Matilys. You look splendid and yes, I'm enjoying the day. Are you?" Torin actually did enjoy weddings. What wasn't to enjoy after the ceremony? You sit to food, you laugh, you are given your fill of wine and at the end you pull the clothes from a woman and parade her through the corridors and throw her naked body into the a bedchamber so she can finally spread her legs for her husband. He remember his own wedding, how he mounted the proud warrior woman that was Lena Arryn. Ah weddings.

"Is it good wine? Matilys, this is wine from the Arbor. Lady Ana is of House Redwyne, they produce the finest wine in the world. You must try some." with that the Lord of the Vale flicked his fingers at one of the serving girls to get her attention, his hand switching from position of a flick to a position that allowed him to gesture 'over here.' Matilys would enjoy Arbor wine he was so. Lannister's knew a good thing.

Just then little Lady Ysmae wandered up. She'd make someone a good marriage, was at the right age too. "Lady Ysmae, my stay has been most enjoyable." he replied in a polite tone before sipping at his wine and giving the girls a moment to chit-chat. "Are you pleased your father is getting married Ysmae? Perhaps it shall be your turn next. A brave knight after the war is won perhaps? hmm?" with that the largest lion of Lannister gave her a playful look before breaking into a chuckle, his chest bouncing as he laughed.

[Maester Daern]

Daern gave a small chuckle at Lena's expense as a rush of emotion went through the growing guests. Daern let his eyes travel to the sound and had to say that he was quite stunned himself. The girl was young, and more importantly, beautiful. He let his eyes look for only a moment before looking back at Luthor. Oh the woman would do just fine for him, he had no doubt. Daern was sure that Luthor would make a proper wife of her before their scheduled consummation even.

As she approached, Daern gave a proper bow and smile, introducing himself to be at her services from here on out. As the bride and groom sauntered of, Daern took a step closer to Lena as she handed him the wine. "Thank you my Lady. I almost expect absolutely no trifle arguments from this match for Lord Luthor, this time." he said as he gave a smile over to the dark haired lady of the house.

Sipping on the wine, Daern noticed the rich and overwhelming taste. Looking over at Lena he noticed where eyes lay. On her husband. A small smile played on Daern's lips as he spoke quietly to her. "You seem happy that he is back. And more importantly, he seems happy about the babe. All this fortune has played well into the cards. Will the child be here to be taught?" Daern asked as he nursed his glass, his eyes on the two lions and the young Ysmae.

[Ana Redwyne]

Ana's dark eyes looked over at Luthor somewhat hungrily as he said his next words. Offering her response in a head tilt she took his arm gratefully and sidled close, barely wanting to brush hip with him, bringing his arm down to her height, lightly grazing her breasts. "I must say, My Lord...I was quite nervous about today. However, seeing you has certainly calmed my nerves. You're quite charming you know. And I assume you have this ceremony down to nothing. Be gentle won't you." she said softly, between the two of them, her voice hinting at so much more.

Truth be told she didn't want him to be gentle. She wanted him like he wanted her. And that was perhaps all her mind was on, the consummation of the marriage. Smiling and nodding to the various people she passed, she kept her arm around Luthor's using him as a base and calmer for herself. "How long do you suppose the ceremony will last?" Ana asked, ushering a maid servant with two glasses for her and Luthor.

Taking her glass lithely she sipped her wine coyly, her lashes long and closed. The wine was sweet and pure, but somewhat plain. She had grown up with the arbor wine all of her life, so she truly found other lands drinks of choice more appropriate. Looking about the room her eyes fell on Ser Torin Lannister. A tall man, no doubt and attractive in his own right. Ana had seen him on more than one occasion during her visits to Kings Landing. Ana had to say that she fancied Jaime Lannister more to her liking but she had to admit, this husband was truly a pick of the litter. "Shall we pay our respects, My Lord?" she asked Luthor, motioning towards Torin and the small gathering about him.

[Lord Luthor Arryn]

Lord Luthor Arryn gave a polite smile at his wife to be. The Reach just seemed to produce the best of everything, from wine to women. He would have moved if not for his beloved cousin. She needed him so. Where would Lena Arryn be without good cousin Luthor? "The ceremony never lasts long, a few minutes at the most. Then we can proceed to the feast." they would enjoy all manner of fine food and wine no doubt, the kitchens had been busy with activity since long before Luthor arose from bed.

When Lady Redwyne suggested they pay their respects to Torin Lannister, Luthor raised an eyebrow in the direction of Lena's husband. Luthor had a fair idea how Torin would like them to pay their respects. "Good Lord Lannister, might I present my wife to be Lady Ana? Perhaps you would enjoy placing your cock in her mouth and giving her face a good seeing to while I laud your masculinity?" Instead he just gave a little shake of his head. "No, he's busy speaking with Ysmae and his cousin. We'll speak with him later I think." and it was best that they didn't approach, for no sooner had Luthor finished that it became apparent it was time for the ceremony to begin.

The Septon came in, his robes looking particularly pleasant today. The whites were very white indeed. Everyone got into place in the great hall of the Eyrie. The Septon at the head, the guests amassed at either side of the floor and allowing a path up the center for Lord Luthor and Lady Redwyne to approach. Lord Paxter Redwyne came up beside his daughter to give her away.

It was all happening now. Luthor took up Ana's hand most politely before he started to guide them both up towards the Septon.

[Matilys Lannister]

Taking Torin's word for it, Matilys nodded and took a goblet of wine from the serving girl her cousin had beckoned over. She tasted it, carefully - sip, don't gulp - and then smiled again. 'I can see now why House Redwyne enjoys such a reputation,' she said brightly. 'It's very good.' She took another sip, her fingers curled delicately around the goblet's stem. 'And thank you.' She brushed her free hand over the fabric of her skirt. 'I'm having a lovely time, weddings are just too delightful. Cousin, you will simply have to dance with me later, I insist on it.'

She turned then to Ysmae, and her smile widened. 'You look wonderful!' she exclaimed. 'I knew that style would suit you, I was sure of it. I'm so glad you let Sophy do your hair.' She couldn't be certain, but it looked to her as if Ysmae had done something to bring out the best in her complexion, too. Sophy told her that girls her age didn't need much in the way of cosmetics, but special occasions were always an exception. 'She does look lovely, doesn't she Torin? We could take her to King's Landing and she'd have suitors queuing up to court her,' she said, only half-teasing. It might have been true, but they weren't returning to the capital anytime soon.

Matilys sipped at her wine again, and then glanced around her. The other guests were beginning to move, forming a more orderly arrangement. 'Oh, I think they mean to start the ceremony!' she said. 'Shall we join them to watch?' It was to be a traditional wedding, she knew, despite Lord Luthor's somewhat unorthodox views on faith. Matilys was glad of that. She wasn't sure that she wanted to know what a marriage rite blessed by Luthor's goddess would look like. Undoubtedly the septons would disapprove.

[Ana Redwyne]

Ana gave another polite smile to the Lady Lena and the Maester before stepping into line with her soon-to-be-husband. She nodded her head in approval at Luthor's words, though her eyes did indeed stare at Ser Torin. There was no doubt that the Lannister was handsome. He was, after all, a Lannister. His looks easily followed Jaime's, rather than Tyrions. Ana herself had laid eyes on the Kingslayer herself, and it was simple to say that she was impressed. Luthor however, was the other side of the coin. Dark, mysterious, and handsome in the same way. The way his lips curled when he smiled and the lavacious hunger in his eyes. It gave her chills throughout her body. Her eyes flicked up to meet his as she stepped in line towards the Septon.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see the guests lining up as the Speton cleared his throat, signaling them to get in their lines. She saw her handmaidens and his stewards place the cloaks behind them on white feathered pillows. Another steward brought two very unique wine glasses on the table beside the Septon. This was but one wedding gift to Luthor. She had them specially crafted to be the Arryn bird clutching the Redwyne vine in its talons. The cup of the glass were the birds wings coming together, allowing an easy flow to come forth in the mouth.

Casting her eyes back to Luthor she gave a somewhat knowing smile at the corner of her lips as her long lashes looked him over once more, biting her lip slightly. She was anxious and excited. There was no denying it by the ready. Holding Luthor's hands she allowed her fingers to lightly graze his knuckles in the softest of touches. "Are you ready My Lord?"she said in a somewhat husky voice as she took a deep breath before allowing a sweet smile to crawl on her face.