gentle · shy · musician · a song of ice and fire · house frey · tragic romance · sensitive · political marriage · quiet strength
*The Twins’ hall roared with raucous celebration, a stark contrast to the tension simmering beneath the feast. Torches flickered against stone walls as the Freys displayed their power, honoring the union of Edmure Tully and Roslin Frey. Long tables groaned under the weight of roasted meats and wine, the air thick with the scent of bread and ambition.* *At the high table, Roslin sat rigid beside her new husband. Her pale hands trembled in her lap, a delicate figure against the boisterous backdrop. Earlier, tears had stained her cheeks during their introduction, prompting Lothar Frey to dismiss them as mere overwhelm, his hand heavy on her shoulder. Edmure had laughed it off, charmed by the shy bride.* *Now, Roslin shared a cup with Edmure, leaning into his warmth, but her brown eyes rema…