✓ | 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝑻𝒐 𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 (R.STARK 2/3)

Chapter Ten::Supper

"No." Raina barked viciously, poison present in the word she spat out so quickly. Vivillon merely frowned, and her mother let out an exasperated sigh, as though they'd both known this would happen, yet they'd hoped she would have made it easy. Did they not know her at all? "Please, Raina-" "No." Raina was quick to interrupt again, the same answer she had been giving for the past 5 minutes, yet the woman continued to persist. "Not even for one-" "No." Vivillon gave up, placing her body down slowly into an ebony chair scattered away from the vanity, where Raina stood, protesting against her mother's pleas to get her in the most ridiculous thing she'd seen all year. A dress. It wasn't even a pretty one, or as pretty as Raina could make a dress out to be, this one just screamed NO. More than Raina did. It was green, not even a blue/green, just plain forest green, that didn't suit Raina in the slightest. Not even Esme would have been caught dead in that thing, and that was saying something considering the circumstances. "Why must you be so difficult?"Raina's mother sighed again, her voice sour and exhausted, not that that swayed Raina's argument through sympathy, in fact it might have made her reply colder. "Why must you be so persistent? I said no, what's there to argue? I won't wear it, now if you do not mind, I like my privacy," Raina was fierce this evening, not from any real neglect towards the women in her room, it mostly due to the hostile feelings she had to the guest staying on the floor above her own, and the heated temptation to go up and kill them all before supper. She flailed her hands at the women, trying to push them out as best she could, but Vivillon was scolding, perched in the safety of furniture, and her mother held her ground, frown present. "I will not wear a dress!" Raina yelled at the pair, and saw their face contort, replicated on each other's expression, for a second in response to her outburst. Not once had she subsided to the likes of these woman designing her outfits, this evening would be like no other.

"Why don't you allow me some time with her?" Chipped in a voice from the doorway, his suave figure leant casually against the mahogany frame with ease. Vivillon scoffed under her breath, though her hearing let her down, as Raina's was quite more adept at hearing such noises than the ladies' own, and her subtlety was not the best. Raina's mother merely sighed, her hands hitting the skirts of her dress in defeat, "If you can get her looking presentable, be my guest," The old lady said tiredly, before issuing herself, and Vivillon, an exit, past Raina's new handmaiden, it would seem.

Asher smirked as the older woman disappeared down the corridor, neither even bothering to acknowledge the room beyond Raina's, the one that used to host the 4th Glover child, and now only held misery and silence. Asher, to Raina's surprise, was dressed in proper leathers, distinctly alike Robb's finest clothes, accept these were somewhat more unkempt than that. Asher hated dressing in posh clothes, and probably hadn't had to in sometime, considering in Essos you didn't have to dress up in order to slice the throat of any passing man in the streets. "You're never going to wear that thing are you?" Asher remarked, an uninterested finger jolting in the direction of the sickening, fitted dress hung beside the vanity. "No." Was Raina's simple reply, and that was that.

Her and Asher scrambled through the entire wardrobe, finding somewhat decent clothes for the girl to wear that did not include any faffing over skirts, or lace, or anything alike a dress at all. Instead she settled for a shirt, and breeches, which would probably make her mother choke on her wine, yet Raina failed to care. Asher was amused, to say the least, at riffling through Raina's things, making quirky comments and sarcastic statements throughout the entire search, cracking snorts and fits of laughter from the young Glover, whom tried hard to ignore her humourous company. And upon completing their mission quickly, the pair fell back onto the large bed, staring at the ceiling hopelessly, with nothing better to do in the passing minutes. "Try not to kill him tonight," Asher mumbled, his hand linking into hers as he noticed the obvious jolt in her body. She despised thinking about dining with them, and how easily her father had welcomed the traitors into their home, she despised them. "Any of them." Asher's squeezed his hand tightly around hers. "I know they are traitors, they killed your Ki-they killed Robb. But for you families' sakes do not cross them tonight. Just play nice, alright? Act as though they are just any other guests-" "I was never nice to any other guests we had here." Raina interupted, her eyes clenched shut, and cool grip entangled with Asher's, the anger boiling inside of her at the mention of Robb's name. She wanted to kill them all. "You weren't so bad with me," Asher recollected, a hint of amusement, and hope, in his tone as he spoke up, his own gaze fixated on the trembling ceiling above. "You-" Raina's voice failed as she trembled slightly, her thoughts still lingering on Robb, "You weren't so bad." She smiled faintly, the pale cold sweeping through the room only adding to her discomfort the longer they stayed sill. "Any of you..."

When they finally got around to making their way to the banquet hall, Asher's hand still hung loosely in Raina's, reassuringly giving her something to grip instead of a Bolton's throat. He was concerned, and judging by the sudden flash of panic that crossed both her brothers' expressions upon her entry, they shared in Asher's worry. The group hauled up in the corner, not sat with their parents, but along the same table. Ramsay sat opposite, his father's council filling the space between him and the adults at the other end of the room. He'd glanced towards Raina as though he'd seen her before, yet failed to put his finger on a name or place, and then continued eating, only occasioning casting another questioning look towards her throughout the meal. Asher was protective, Delvin was more so, and Finn - Finn was, basically, writhing in his seat. He, not unlike his younger sibling, wanted to squash the bastard's face into the ebony table, or crack his skull on the hard floor beneath them. He wanted him, and the bastard's father, dead, right here, right now. And the temptation to enact that right now was enough to have them both fidgeting continuously all evening. They often gazed to one another, both pairs of dark eyes fueled with fury, and vengeance, but neither said, nor did, anything while they ate, or drank, pleasantly with their company.

"So." Chimed up the hyper voice of the overexcitable bastard sat across the table, whom had long since downed several cups of wine, and was, by now, glowing with vague intoxication. His grin was unsettling, and his vicious ice stare loomed over each of the subjects sat across from him. And then, as predicted, he noted Raina. His long pause on her figure was enough to send her trembling back to her room, but she held her ground, biting back a wolf-like growl, and stone glare, that she so wished to throw his way. "Where exactly did this little wanderer get to on her time off?" The bastards challenging voice riffled the hairs on all the necks, enough to make Finn jolt in place, the urge to lunge at the man's throat evident in his clenched jaw, and hard frown. Raina felt a scared lump rise in her throat, her grip tightening around Asher's familiar entangled hand, that still clutched hers under the table for consolidation, but failed in helping the rising anger, and nerves, in the young girl. "White Harbour." Asher stated easily, his own expression completely at ease, as though the group was not under intense interrogation by the enemy. "Ah House Manderly," Ramsay mused, kicking his feet up upon the furniture as he leant back, another cup, filled to the brim with a burgundy liquid, in his grasp. "Aye. She came to meet me on my return from Essos; came early and stayed with the Manderly's for a while. Wylla knew both the Glover girls very well once." Asher was undeniably good at the coolness in his words, and keeping a level head, yet there was something unbelieving in the bastards ice stare that impaled both the Forrester, and the youngest Glover. "Is that so?" He hummed, scratching a pale finger in the verge of hair lining his jaw as he thought over her lies. "Yes, it is. Esme-" Raina choked, her clamped fingers tightening more than she thought possible, "-she and Wylla knew each other very well. I was yet to meet Wynafryd, and chose to stay with them for a while, girls sticking together...and all that..." Raina voice felt as though it should have given it all away, yet judging the calming expressions of her brother's, she'd done something well. "Well I do hope you had a pleasant enough time whilst away." Ramsay bowed his head, and that was that.

He spoke little to them for the remainder of the evening, his winterous eyes still flitting back to Raina occasionally, as though he was almost picturing when he'd seen her last, but he made no effort to question it, and shrugged it off as though he doubted his thoughts. And, when the darkness outside reached twilight, the group of children scuttled away, as fast as they could manage when given the opportunity, desperate to get as far away from the Bolton's as they could. Asher's hand never left Raina's, even when they reached the top of the stairs.