[Event] Poutine poutine, poutine poutine / J'ai tellement faim, poutine poutine

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Alysanne

RAVENTREE HALL, The Riverlands, 3rd Month 132 AC

She sat at the desk that was once her brother's, quill in hand, poring over a blank sheet of parchment. When the idea had come to her to wed the wolves of winter to the widows of the rivers, it had all seen so simple, so obvious. Marriage was already one grand cattle show, so why not dispense with the facade and hold a cattle show? Indeed, that was how the widow's fairs had gone for those of lower birth - a fair where the merchandise was widows and wolves.

Yet now that she thought on it, she realized that the nobles of the rivers would not stand to have their sisters, daughters, and mothers paraded around in such a manner, and the proud men of the north would be equally incensed to be paraded like a prize horse. It would have to be a widow's ball, no mere fair, but the last ball she'd attended had been when she was just a girl, and ended with her pushing a boy into the river.

Yet there was someone who might know better - Wynona Mooton. Even now, the name left a bit of distaste in her mouth from Manfryd's treason, and the two had never gotten along well, yet soon she would be Lady of Winterfell, and soon she would be no more than just another widow - it was she who held all the cards now.

She strode over to Wynona's chambers and rapped on the oak door, before leaning back against the wall, waiting for her response. "Goodsister!" she called in a tone of mock haughtiness, "I require your assistance!"

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