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

Chapter Eleven::Mother

Raina allowed out a long breath; her tangled mane billowed in the soft breeze that crept through the cracks in the wall, the icy breath of the North catapulting itself at the stone confines of the stretching tower. She was bored, the dull morning's antics proved to have her more tired than she had been on the night before, when she had managed to obtain little sleep in the company of Finn. He'd come to see her after supper, equally as mad as she had been during the occasion, and in need of ranting, or just sitting in the company of anyone whom would relate to his anger at that moment. Both of them had failed to have any sort of positive emotions towards any Bolton sat in the halls that night, considering all that had happened between the new Wardens of the North, and the previous King. Raina felt the sick taste still linger in her mouth at the idea of the man she loved's murderer living in her home for a duration of a fortnight. The thought of them alone kept her seething, yet them being nearby at all times, in her halls, with her family and staff, made her boil with indescribable disgust toward the men. How she, and Finn, both wished to impale them on the walls outside their home, and watch them writhe until they lost the ability to flail and scream any longer. How satisfying that would be...

Today, however, was not a day to spend plotting their demise. Instead, the youngest Glover had been dragged up many flights of stairs to the abandoned library, in the attic of the east-wing tower, which had not been seen out of the dark for many years. Raina could vaguely remember coming here with Vivillon and Esme for a lesson, but her and her sister had managed to escape any sort of studying, as they'd found a small enough hatch to fit through that led them straight out; she could still, however, remember the cobwebbed mess of dust and gloom that she had now been reunited with. She had, in fairness, read a lot of books that had been housed at Deepwood Motte, just never had she desired to venture this far into the stored literature. Her mother had never been particularly interested in this wing either, no one in their family had, in fact, not even Maester Clerk wished to come here very often, if at all. It was just as deserted as Raina felt most of the time - only with more lurking spiders and decaying pieces of paper. Her mother had only brought her up here, on this occasion, to distract from the company they had wandering their home, company everyone had the best interest of keeping away from the children for as long as possible. Their parents knew what had gone down with the Boltons and the Starks, and knew very well how close their children had been with Robb, and the others, and so had made the wise decision to keep them out of their affairs for as long as they could. Raina, though desperate to know when she should prepare her will, was grateful for not having to flatter their guests more than the bare minimum. Even when that meant bonding with her ever-so-delightful hag of a mother.

Raina's mother had a habit of believing that everyone desired to hear her opinion on every matter, and so was very quick to voice it on many occasions. It infuriated all of the children, especially when their mother's statements were about them, which was mostly why they all avoided conversing with her as much as possible. The old woman also liked to ask questions, or make assumptions, which was what Raina did not need this morning. She did not wish to have to explain anything to her mother, especially when she was almost certain it would regard either the Boltons, or the Starks. Though, to her surprise, Lady Glover had said nothing along any of those lines so far, instead she had forced small talk, and spoken very little more than that.

"What exactly are we looking for?" Raina finally inquired, upon reaching the end of yet another aisle of crowded bookcases, her fingers trailing patterns in the dusty spines of books along the way. "Family records," Her mother was quick to state, her voice projecting from another aisle further along in the room. Raina sighed, letting her hand drop to her side as she glared at the dully coloured books in front of her. Her mother, clearly, was in a nostalgic sort of mood, in which she wished to look back through Glover records, just to appreciate family. "What does it look like, at least?" Raina asked, still looking at the countless rows of books along her aisle, and wondering how they could, exactly, narrow the search down. "It is bound in red leather, larger than most books you will have red, a bit like a ledger," Her mother's voice sounded closer now, but Raina was still separated from her for the time being. Raina had seen the family records before, or at least the contents, she couldn't recall what the book had looked like on the cover, but the pages had been crumpled and decaying brown, with neatly written, pure black writing. It had been very neat, and what you would presume a book of records to look like. Though, hearing the description of the book, Raina wasn't surprised that it would be red, considering that was the main colour of her house.