The news of King Robert I Baratheon's death, which was sent to the Lord of House Follard by the clawed talons of a raven, sent a shockwave of dread and despair as dark as the wings of the feathered messenger. Such news about a fallen king can be an overwhelming, unpleasant experience for the people who supported him and his cause; however, as rumors arise about the so-called Lannister Conspiracy-- which was said that the Lions of Casterly Rock planned to sink their teeth into the neck of the Stag and expand their kingdom into King's Landing, and to the Iron Throne-- the people who were still faithful to Robert had began to grow their suspicions after the reign and coronation of Joffrey Baratheon, which happened moments after the death of his father. Or was Robert<i>actually</i>Joffrey's biological father?<br/><br/>Dark wings do share dark words, as the raven with the letter proves; but rumors and secrets that are most damning to the greatest of houses can spread like flames of wildfire.<br/><br/>"None so Wise." That is the motto of the Follard house, and is now a motto that holds an ironic truth to the conflict at hand. A conflict that the smaller houses, the houses who still hold true to the<i>true Baratheon</i>lineage, should avoid at all costs. Therefore, House Follard must continue their daily grind without a king to look up to.<br/><br/>It may take months, even years, to recover from this. However, House Follard-- a house that resides on the Crownlands-- have tried their best to move along from the pain. Lord Erdhart had sent a betrothal proposal to his eldest son, William, and a lady name Kamillah, a maiden of twenty-three years of age. With the agreeance of both Lord Erdhart and her father, she was taken from her childhood home by wagon and was immediately settled into the Follard estate. The mansion house was abundant with food and drink, servants, live entertainment from Follard's most talented jesters, and pampering.<br/><br/>Oh, the pampering.<br/><br/>There is never a day where she isn't called "m'lady" or "Lady Kamiliah" by the servants, William, or by any other member or knight affiliated with the Follard family. Well, all except for one knight in particular. And that knight was awaiting for her outside the Follard mansion house with wagons and horses in formation.<br/><br/>Garnished in a silver dress draped with the arms of House Follard (which is designed with a gyronny of twelve red and white on a gold canton with a two-peaked fool's cap of red and white, over her shoulders), the maiden with moderate brown skin, black hair that reaches down to her shoulder blades, and eyes shaded with a color juxtaposed to the sheen of an aquamarine gem was escorted out the mansion house by two male servants, aiding her walk as her sandals pounded against four wide, concrete steps. Once her feet finally reached outside soil, the servants retreated back to the estate, leaving Kamillah with the wagons, the horses, the carriage drivers, and the knight that would accompany her in her journey. A knight that she knew well from her youth before he took up arms and aided in the Greyjoy Rebellion.<br/><br/>"Lucan," Kamillah spoke softly to the male as he approached him with a friendly smile and a warm heart-- even if the weather outside is anything but warm and friendly. "I am still Kamillah in the flesh. Hopefully, you didn't bash your head against a shield enough to forget my name by now." Her ruby-shaded lips allowed an amusing chuckle to escape her lips as Kamillah lifted her left arm and repeatedly tapped the side of her head with her pointer finger, trying to over-exaggerate her so-called "hope" with a comedic, light-hearted overtone.