Elise
The Ice Lord Marshall Carter 
The Bride's Chambers, Castle Grunewald, Vallen 

An onslaught hit him the likes of which he hadn't even expected. What she displayed in front of fellow dignitaries and courtiers would be considered treason, and liable for imprisonment, lashings, or worse. 

Marshall stood there, stoically, never wavering or faltering as Anna Barrmount's words hit him like a ferocious gust of wind sent from the cruel and unloving Gods themselves. "The Ice Lord Marshall Carter," She had titled him. Because that was what he was to her. The unforgiving, unloving, merciless force that left nothing in its wake but death, mourning and longing. The relentless titan that kept fighting, and fighting, and fighting until there was nothing left but ashes fluttering in the dead air. He was *Ice* To her, turning her blood cold.

He peered downwards, as she pressed a lithe finger into his chest and chainmail, accusingly. A recurring dream sank in to his mind. A girl who looked much like Anna, pretty, but younger, standing in a narrow hallway. At first she asked where she was, and who Marshall was to which he responded that he was the Lord Ruler, and they were in his castle, but... It didn't look like his castle at all, more akin to a crypt. The little girl wanted to find her parents, and Marshall said he would help her find them. As they traversed the hallways, things appeared to open up in the hallway and become lighter, the walls became more spacious. He and the the little girl eventually heard indistinct chattering, between a man and woman. Marshall deduced that it must be her parents, and they both move closer to the source of the noise.

As they progressed closer to origin, jarring screeches were heard; bloody screams of horror and Marshall ran to the scene. As he ran, the cries got louder and louder, until, nothing. Not a peep. Marshall looked to his side to find the little girl had disappeared. Marshall yelled out for her, but there was no sign. He panted as he ran through the hallway that now appeared murkier, trying to find her. Eventually, he found her with her back to him. He tried to get her to speak, but found his words carried no noise, no weight, and turned to vapour from his lungs that chilled the already cold air. When he reached to turn her, her face was smudged from makeup; her innocence had already been taken from her. She screamed loudly, much like her parents and pointed at him, accusingly. "You. You killed them." As she said those words, he looked down and to find his entire chest cavity caved open, and his heart was black a pulsated as if it were about to explode. "No, I didn't..." He mouthed, his words once again turning to vapour that chilled him further. Marshall turned to run and there she was again, pointing at him, this time she cried tears of blood that poured down onto the cobbled floor like a stream of corruption. He felt the walls close in around, the light was fading as her saw the tiles of ink weep some blood just the same as the little girl. He choked on his words, his pleas, as he fell to his knees, with the girl screaming bloody murder, of his own design. He saw eyes pop out from walls as they closed in around him, beginning to suffocate. Eyes he had shut forever reopening and piercing through his blackened heart. Before he was consumed forever, the last thing he saw was the girl pointing at him, naming him murderer.

**"Silence!"** The Ice Lord boomed out before anymore chatter emerged in the Bride's chambers. He looked all of them over, relishing in the brief seconds of silence hid roar had granted him. "Lady Adelhayd has the right of it. Everyone leave us. Immediately," He commanded. He turned to look at the intrusive Wisdom, who seemed to be woven in the fabric of all this chaos in every way shape and form. "Don't worry. You'll get your wedding," He said sharply.
Robert
Kenmath Vaughn
Kenmath's Tower, Grunewald Castle

"A stitch to grow an inch," Kenmath mumbled as his shaky fingers bled on the crisp white of the fabric. He pulled the needle through, securing his crooked stitch. "Lady Anna Bartmint will look lovely in her marriage gown. Simply lovely," He said. The gown was speckled in variations of brown and red bloodstains from the tired manservants efforts. He did not mind. He was honored, in fact, that the Lady of the North would wear his lifeblood as she sealed her fate with the Ibethelian pauper. 

His gnarled teeth bit through the thread, snapping it off. At long last, the gown was complete. A high collar, bell sleeves, and shoulder pads that swirled up like upright conch shells. The train was long and lopsided, slithering on the floor like a serpant in heat. "The blood dots add a nice design. She will like it quite a bit. IF not, I will shout. I will shout." He bunched the dress up in his arms and scurried out of the tower, eager to force Anna into the gown.
Michael
Wisdom Serafina 
Lady Anna Barrmount's Chambers, Castle Grunewald, Vallen

The Wisdom ignored Lady Adelayhd's condescending tone, choosing to focus on Anna and ensure she was fine. However, before Anna was able to answer Marshall ordered them to be quiet and she found herself unwillingly obeying for a brief moment. 

Serafina met the Ice Lord's gaze with cynicism. "I'm more concerned with Lady Barrmount's safety, Lord Carter. You'll have to forgive my caution, but I've read the histories and there is a pattern of death that follows those who disagree with you." She paused and moved closer to Anna, gently placing a hand on her shoulders. "Furthermore, we have guests awaiting the Lady's arrival for the ceremony. This conversation can wait."